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kimikaami · 3 years
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I think people tend to underestimate Flayn.
In fanon, you get the uwu baby interpretation a lot, and I enjoy that from time to time just like anyone else. But I also think that interpretation doesn't give her enough credit.
Flayn's perceived naiveté has different levels to it, I think. On the surface she can come off incredibly innocent and maybe a bit ditzy. But that's mostly just because she's a fish out of water (ha). It's implied that she only woke up recently (Tomas says he didn't know Seteth had a sister until recently, so I give it about 3 years before the events of the game at most). Its a culture shock. She's not caught up with the modern world, as evidenced by her speech patterns and her supports with Manuela in particular.
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poor kid doesn't even know what the opera is :(
Later, in their B support, Flayn remarks that she's had a quiet life, which I take to mean her time at the monastery. She also doesnt seem to quite understand the darker side of working in the opera troupe.
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And finally the A support, after Manuela elablorates:
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(sorry about this screenshot)
She's no stranger to the evils of the world. Even though she cant understand the specifics of Manuela's troubles, she's able to relate her desperation to be acknowledged to her own experiences.
Flayn is more intelligent than most people first percieve her as. While she may be unfamiliar with the workings of this new world shes awoken in, she understands the core of things on an emotional level. I think this is often overshadowed by her sillier supports with other students (fruit ninja with Felix and battle cries with Raph come to mind). She has a naturally playful personality, but we cant forget the girl has Seen Some Shit. Shes been through more heartache than most people will see in a lifetime, and as a result has come out very emotionally intelligent, as seen above in the A support.
In short, her personality is 2-pronged. Flayn comes off as childish as a result of her playful personality and cultural ignorance, but underneath it all, she's actually very emotionally mature as a result of living through multiple wars and multiple human lifetimes.
I think this feeds into her desire to travel as well. She wants to learn more about Fódlan ofc, but perhaps being out on the road is what she finds familiar. She must have spent her later years before falling asleep travelling from battle to battle, and theres a certain sense of comfort in the past, in what's familiar. I'd like to think she and Byleth would be able to connect pretty heavily on this front.
Maybe she also feels the need to prove herself. Her parents were probably hesitant to let her help in the first place so she worked extra hard (again, see A support screenshot), and she probably feels she proved them right in some ways by nearly dying. Going out on her own gives her not only freedom, but a chance to prove herself.
Flayn is a character with a lot of depth, I think, if you're willing to look for it. I'd love to see this acknowledged more in fanon, but I might just be looking in the wrong places.
Thanks for coming to my ted talk ;)
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zackcrazyvalentine · 3 years
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Morning Glory [Claude von Riegan x Reader]
Summary: Suddenly, waking up in the morning isn't so difficult anymore.
Tags/Extra info: 2nd person POV, Reader is not Byleth, Reader's gender is not mentioned or addressed (gender neutral), takes place after the war
Just something short fluffy that came to me one day~💕
Excuse any spelling/grammar mistakes. Finished typing this at 4am
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Golden sunshine entered through the opened window. The warmth of morning tickled your skin as the sun peeked over mountains and valleys, bringing forth a new day.
Consciousness began filtering through you after a night of good sleep. Well deserved rest after all you had gone through in the past year.
A nice, deep breath slowly escaped through your nose as you relished the warm sun rays.... and the warmth of the body beside yours.
You felt him lean close to you. Tender kisses were placed over the back of your shoulder, making your heart swoon just like the first time you shared a dance together under starlight. He slowly made his way to your ear, remaining in your spooning position, and said:
"Mornin', sleepy head~"
A gentle smile graced your lips at the rich deepness of his morning voice. One of your hands found its way to his arm slung over your waist and tugged at it, to bring him closer. A quiet groan of satisfaction at the delightful sound and sweet affection went past your lips.
"Speak to me more, allow me to rejoice in this pleasure..."
Claude chuckle at the response. "Well, good morning to me, I guess." You rolled your eyes and scoffed silently in amusement. "I don't know about talking right now, but say, how do you like this?" The arm on your waist slipped away to hold your chin. Turning you to face him, your beloved kissed your lips passionately.
An approving hum traveled through you at the action, lips moving in sync with his before the contact was broken.
You properly turned your body to face him completely, hand coming over to caress his cheek. Excited [color] eyes looked into lush pools of green. A sudden wave of emotion hit you right then... All those battles, all the hardships and loss, to culminate in this wonderful moment filled with love and adoration.
Your body moved before your mind could process the entire complexity of feelings. You brought him close, lips descending upon his once again, albeit this time a distinct tenderness carried itself in your actions. Your husband returned his arm to its rightful place above your hip, and held you firmly against him.
Once parted, your thumb brushed along the warm skin of his cheek until it meet fuzzy stubble. Foreheads touched as both of you basked in this wonderful feeling bubbling in your chests, lighting the atmosphere surrounding you.
"I love you, Khalid. Good morning."
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Me: says I won't write for FE3H
Also me: writes this
BDKSBDKD SORRY, I WOKE UP ONE DAY VEEERY SOFT FOR CLAUDE AND JUST.... THE PICTURE OF HIM WAKING YOU UP WITH KISSES TO YOUR SHOULDERS WHILE YOU SPOON HAD ME SWOONING SO HARD
Hope you enjoyed this little piece~
No promises I'll write more for this fandom tho orz
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fireemblems24 · 3 years
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hey if you uh 👀 wanna share that essay on dimitri 👀 i'm sure more than one of us will be happy to read it... 👀👀👀 (dont mean to pressure you or anything! just joking around but in all seriousness your metas are 👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼)
This feels a bit like someone asking me to indulge in my favorite food.
I’m a bit stuck right now with no new content for Dimitri, and with that shocking personality turn, I’m dying to know where this all goes, and you bet there will be some massive Dimitri analysis coming. 
But for a “short” breakdown of why he’s my favorite so far:
He’s that kind, empathetic, diplomatic lord I always go for, but avoids being too vanilla because he’s allowed to have faults. It’s also so nice to see a character who goes through trauma and see it realistically affect them, and not just in a romantic tool kind of way either. You see it in literally everything Dimitri does and how he interacts with everyone. It’s an excellent case of “tragic backstory” done right.
It’s almost unfair how many complex relationships Dimitri has on the other main characters. It takes the Byleth pandering edge off a lot when he’s got these deep, rich connections to Felix, Dedue, Ingrid, Rodrigue, Sylvain, Gilbert, and even Annette and Catherine. It’s such a leg up on the other main characters that he gets to skip over awkward intro C-Supports and jump right into the drama. 
He surprises you. I fully expected Dimitri to be kind of boring, but instead he just made me . . . fall in love with him? Like, I’m closer to 30 than 20. I have not done this over a character since high school. Like what is this?
The trauma is interesting and well-done and all, but even without it Dimitri’s a character who I would’ve gone for. He’s so awkwardly adorable and gets so easily excited when you talk about his favorite sword or whatever. But then he’s also so composed and confident at times.  
I also love how traditionally “feminine” his strengths are. He’s kind, empathetic, wants to compromise rather than punch his way through his problems, and he’s still totally a guy. Many times these “softer” male characters are written super feminine, but it’s nice to see these traits in a character who is still traditionally masculine. It’s refreshing because it shows these things don’t have to be one or the other. You can be a guy’s guy and still be emotional, considerate, and caring. Like his hobbies are swordplay and sowing, and he’s allowed to just like both and no one makes a big deal of it one way or the other.
Dimitri embraces his leadership role. You can tell it takes a toll on him, and that he’d probably really rather not have to take on all this burden. But he does. I’m so sick of entitled leader characters play the “but I never ASKED to be XXXX!!!” Dimitri just embraces it and wants to use it to help others. For all of Dimitri’s trauma and how center-stage it takes, you literally never hear this guy complain about anything. The headaches? You know know because of Felix and Dedue. Same with the sleeplessness. Dimitri never says a word because he’s just so ingrained to take on all the burdens and lead everyone else. It’s to an unhealthy level, but oh my God it’s so refreshing after dealing with so many heirs and chosen ones that come across like spoiled brats. 
There’s a few key moments in the story that Dimtiri really stuck out to me too. 
Post-Lonato - This was the scene where his character really caught my attention. So often fantasy glorifies war. Kings and chosen ones fight for their ideals against some dark overlord and it’s all rah, rah!!! And it’s all good and fun, but I can’t ever help but wonder what any of these stories look like from the common man’s POV. Dimitri gets that. He’s not about some high and might cause. He’s always focused on how the common man is getting hurt by their leaders. He does this with Miklain too. Of all the lords, he’s the only one who noticed how Miklain mistreated all the nearby commoners. That was what he talked about. It’s what he’s always talked about. And it really resonates with me. Leader characters with admirable ordeals are a dime a dozen when you read as much fantasy and historical fiction as I do, but ones who set that all aside and their ultimate goal is to serve the people - now that’s interesting. 
Post-Jeralt - This was one of the few times I felt kind of self-inserted in the game. I don’t care too much for Byleth or Jeralt. But after Jeralt did his thing, I got Edelgard’s harsh treatment, than Claude’s complete disregard, and I was honestly feeling so put out. I really expected the game to play this up given how much they love to pander to Byleth. I was especially shocked to see Edelgard be so dismissive of Byleth’s feelings when she’s so hung up on Byleth. It’s like Claude and Edelgard ask so much from Byleth - both openly wanting to use Byleth to achieve their own goals - and the single time Byleth shows weakness, is faltering, neither care enough to bother. By the time I got to Dimitri, I expected nothing. But when he showed up instead of Alois (sooner than the other two), I was a bit taken off guard. And then I finally got to see someone really care about Byleth for Byleth’s sake, and not only what they thought Byleth could end up doing for them later. He was so kind and considerate. He didn’t belittle Byleth for grieving, he offered to cover for anything Byleth needed. And it really got to me, because we’ve all been there. We have people we think we’re good friends with, but when you need them they’re just . . . not there. And then that one person who is there just really ends up sticking out so much more. 
I really expect this list to get so much longer after seeing the time skip. He’s clearly going to get some massive character development, and I’m so excited to see all the sides of Dimitri explored - even - especially - the not so good ones. So it’s slightly torturous that I’m stuck replaying the route I saved over and not seeing anything new and smarts even worse because Dimitri’s (and Dedue who coincidentally is another favorite) are literally the only characters I’ve seen 0 final supports for and I’m just . . . really dying over here. 
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dyalinohera · 3 years
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Autistic Byleth HC’s.
I’ve been playing the shit out of FE3H and the whole emotionless thing with Byleth got my gears grinding. Currently playing the Blue Lions and my unit is female so I will be mainly talking about BL’s and using she/her pronouns. MORE BELOW! 
Byleth barely talked outside of one worded demands for things till about five. She did keep her sentences short and to the point however. 
She has problems showing emotions but does feel them. Even after learning to show her emotions more easily after becoming a professor, she still has troubles showing what she feels. However, her students have come to figure out some of the subtle signs of what she feels. 
It tends to take her awhile to process and understand how she feels. Sothis aids her a lot in this by pushing her to think about these feelings until she fuses with Byleth. 
Her special interests are Swords and Fishing. After six months at the monastery it expands to interest in singing, gardening, and cooking. She made good use of the library to absorb all the information she can on these new subjects. 
She is good with sounds in battles, she knows how to deal with problems when in battle, however, a lot of talking outside of battle tend to throw her into meltdowns when first coming to the monastery. 
When she has meltdown she goes to her room to pace and hum loudly while she clicks her fingers. She has to keep her room dim for this. 
The Students finding out about Byleth’s unique interests and habits. 
Dimitri is the first person to be shown Byleth’s sword collection. After the Ball she takes him to her room. 
She slowly shows him each sword, tells him the names of them and everything she knows about each weapon. 
Turns out she has started to name them after each student she has. 
Slyvain: A Calvary saber. A simple blade with a rose designed on the hilt. It looks more decoration then weapon, but is quite deadly. 
Ashe: A Cinquedea, a dagger where the base of the blade is about the width of five fingers. A blade kept by commoners and has many uses, between slashing and stabbing. 
Felix: A Pata/Gauntlet sword. A blade with a gauntlet for a hilt. This blade his used for fighting mounted units and despite it’s looks, it a slashing weapon. 
Annette: Spadroon. A light sword with a straight-edge blade, enabling both stabbing and slashing. 
Mercedes: A court sword. The progenitor of the Rapier. Light and made for thrusting. 
Ingrid: Rapier proper. A heavier sword made of stabbing your foes full of holes. 
Dedue: Greatsword. A massive two handed sword. 
Dimitri: Estoc. A sword made to fight mailed foes and made for stabbing alone. 
Dimitri finds himself tearing up a little as she explains each sword she’s named for her students. 
Part two later. This thing is getting long. 
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iturbide · 3 years
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Crest Control Edelgard in Heroes
(CheeseAndCake here) You asked for Crest Control Edelgard in Askr, so here she is! My brain does not like being quiet, apparently. I want you to know that this is your responsibility now, Enjoy! (I also have no idea if this will work, so heres to hoping for the best.)  
Note: The things Edelgard says/thinks are things she thinks are true, that doesn’t mean she 100% perfectly understands her past self. 
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The former Emperor blinked as her surroundings disappeared and reshaped in a flash of light. What was- 
Just a second ago, she was entering Queen Ivanna’s office to deliver news, and now she was standing at an altar, with a hooded figure in front of her, and no idea what was going on. She was still wearing her black dress with pink highlights, with her armour over said dress, hair still done up in a bun, and still holding her dagger, so if this was an ambush, it was poorly planned. She was pretty sure the Texts guarded by the church never mentioned this, and-
“Greetings, hero, welcome to the world of Ask.” The figure began, nodding their hood, “I am Kiran, the summoner who called you forth. This world is under attack, and in desperate need of aid, will you fight with us?”
“I am no hero,” She responded,  knowing that anyone that referred to her as hero must not know about her earlier life, before she fought Those Who Slither, or have a gross misunderstanding of what heroes are, “But if you need my aid, I shall give it. I am Edelgard.” 
That didn’t mean she trusted them, but if they were being honest, she would give her aid.
Kiran nodded, “Very well, welcome to the Order of Heroes. Here, different people are summoned across space and time, so you may run into people you know, or… other versions of yourself.”
 That was… the last thing she needed, but she nodded anyway, and Kiran led her to what would be her chambers. This was a war. She knew war.  
She nearly tried to sit Kiran’s throat when she thought heard a nearby child scream, but after a moment she realised the child- who she could see had green hair and wings now that she was closer- was laughing, as an older woman who looked similar to her smiled in response.
“You recruit children to your order?” She asked. She didn’t how dragon children aged, truely- there weren’t any dragon’s left when she escaped, after what she did- but she knew only children laughed like that. She made a mental note to talk to them later and ask about their beliefs and traditions, since there weren’t any dragons in Ivanna’s army, and it would be important to know.  
Kiran sighed, “I cannot control who I summon, or from what time I do. Sometimes, they are children. I don’t let them fight, but they can stay if they want.” 
She didn’t ask why they would want to stay in a country at war. If she had the opportunity as a child, she would have grabbed it with both hands. 
“When it’s over, will they be sent back to where they were taken from?” If enough time passed…
“Yes, they’re sent back to the same place, without any time passing, but they keep their memories.” Ah, that’s… not the best, for the children in a bad position, but at the very least, no one will panic about her disappearance. 
It was only when she turned a corner and saw a version of herself, not wearing any black, but an Emperor’s red and a horned crown, that she realised how bad this would be. A nightmare. This was a nightmare. But she’s lived longer than most, and she knows how to push down the familiar feeling of dizziness, and focus on following the white cloaked figure up the stairs.
She makes it to the second floor before she empties the contents of her stomach. 
Kiran was yelling something, but she didn’t completely hear it. Something about a bad reaction to seeing counterparts? 
Before she knew it, someone was leaning over her speaking in a deep voice.. It was only after a few breaths that she understood the words, and looked at the face of the person who came to comfort her, “-completely fine that you had a bad reaction, lots of worlds branch off, and- Edelgard?” 
“Dimitri?” For a moment, she wondered if the stress finally broke her before she dismissed it. If it did, Dimitri would look like he did on the Tailtean Plains. He wouldn’t be so calm, wearing royal armour, or missing an eye. 
“Which timeline are you from?” Kiran asked, voice breaking through her thought process and they helped her sit away from her vomit.
 “‘Timeline?’” 
“Ah, right. Each hero comes from their own individual world. In some worlds, different people won the war of Fodlan.” Kiran explained with a shrug, as apparently this was a common occurrence. 
She turned to Dimitri, “I’m assuming that in your world, you won the war?” He nodded, wincing.
“Then I guess congratulations are in order.” Edelgard continued, giving a short bow before a thought struck her. “Tell me, what was the fate of- Professor Byleth in your world?”
“They became Archbishop of the church of Serios.” Dimitri responded, starting to look concerned, but she didn’t care. That Byleth didn’t follow her, and Those Who Slither would have destroyed the church if they had a pawn in such a high position, which meant…
There was a world where Byleth lived their own life. Free.
She pushed aside any bitterness that it wasn’t her world that had that Byleth. She played her own part in what happened, and now all she could do was move forward. 
“Did I join you, or die?” Now Dimitri was openly staring at her, and she quickly schooled her expression into something more neutral. 
Dimitri glanced down, and in that moment, he looked exhausted. “You… died, El.”
She winced at the old name, “Please don’t call me that.” Her death really wasn’t a surprise. She knew how stubborn she was in the past, and how stubborn she can still be.
“I would apologise for all the heartache I put you through,” she began, standing up straight, “but we both know an apology won’t fix anything. I can only try to make it right with my actions.”
“It won’t fix anything,” Dimitri agreed, his single eye almost looking into her soul, “It’s start, though.” 
“…I’m… sorry, for everything.” The words felt like lead in her mouth, but once they’re out, she didn’t feel any lighter.  
“Thank you.” He sounded sincere, and that just make it worse. 
“Don’t thank me. Not for this.” 
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It’s later, when she was directed towards a woman named Kagero after a few questions, that she thought about what she was about to do. 
She knew herself well enough to understand she only had one chance at it, and if she ruins it, would take much more time and effort to reach the same goal.
Her past self did have a very narrow mind view, so presentation would be half the battle. 
She looked at the small drink offered with a bone deep wariness, and asked “Is the drink alcoholic?”
“Yes,” The ninja- who was currently dressed as a maid- nodded as she cleaned one of the glasses, “I can get a different one if you want.”
“No, thank you, I’m going to need this.” She drank the entire thing in a few gulps, willing for the contents of the glass to give her confidence and numb any pain that would come. 
“Don’t let me have any more,” Edelgard said as she passed the glass back to the server. “I’m going to need a clear head for this.”
“Working together with an enemy for your world?” The ninja asked, as if it was something that happened every week.
“Something like that.”
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“In my world, Those Who Slither won.” That was all she needed to say to quiet her student self enough to listen. Despite all the time that passed, and everything that happened, Edelgard still knew how to stand and speak like a ruler, and she used every lesson she learned into what she had planned to say here.
“They won, because my war created instability instead of destroying it. Afterwards, they took me back to that godforsaken dungeon and continued their experiments. You know, when we were younger, they needed to keep us alive.” She didn’t bother trying to hide her bitter smile, “They didn’t need to keep us alive this time, so they didn’t restrain themselves.”
It wasn’t a kind thing to say, but Edelgard wasn’t kind. Kindness didn’t win battles, but violence didn’t win hearts. 
“Do you know, why, in the end, they failed?” She continued before her student self could interject, ignoring any memories or emotions that surfaced, “Because Dimitri’s cousin and Claude came back to Fodlan- after years of hiding- to help the people. If we killed them that night in the forest, I never would have escaped. I would have died just another nameless experiment.”  
 The ‘like our siblings’ goes unsaid, and Edelgard wondered if her younger self even heard it.
“You still think it’s a fairy-tale where the fight will be the hardest part, but war… War will be the easiest thing you’ll ever do. The most natural thing you’ll ever do. We grew up on the stories of freedom through violence, of Nemesis and Serios. We have enough resources to sit upon a throne without thinking about who died for it. We’ve been exposed to bloodshed since we were a child, so killing will be easy. Being remembered will be easy.” 
Because at the end of the day, that was all her past self was: a child who wanted to be strong and free like Nemesis. The church was the most visible cage, so it was the first one she tried to destroy.
Edelgard looked her past self in the eye, making sure that if nothing, she heard these words. “Building something after you destroy everything will be impossible for you, because you don’t even know what will come after. You haven’t even thought of it.” 
It didn’t take a mind reader to know she’s shaken the girl, but it only took a moment for her past self to deny it.
“You’ve clearly been corrupted by them, if you believe that humanity won’t be able to build themselves up once the church is gone!” Her past self had a fierce look in her eyes, and she knew at this moment the conversation wouldn’t get anywhere.
“Maybe I have,” Edelgard agreed easily, because she never did find out what it was like to have her free will taken from her. Maybe it felt like you were in control, maybe you were aware the entire time, unable to call for help, maybe it felt like you were half asleep.
She hoped that it was the last option, because if it wasn’t she didn’t know what she would do, but she knew better than to hope.
“But I’ll ask you this:” She continued, because her past self might not bother looking for anything that will change her view, but Edelgard knew her past self’s fears and hopes, and she knows just how stubborn she can be. “Do you honestly think that every act in history was created or twisted by dragons? You claim that humanity is strong, but then claim that they have no agency.
“I’m not foolish enough to try and convince you otherwise.” Edelgard turned to leave, “Nothing but your own consequences will do that. I’m just telling you to prepare for the worst.”
She took a few steps down the hallway before stopping. “Of course, if you want to learn how to limit casualties in the upcoming war, come to me. It’s a useful thing to know.”
Because she can’t force anyone to do anything. She doesn’t have the right, but if her past self is curious enough to listen, she will tell the truth, without hesitation.
Fodlan had already paid enough for her ignorance.
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I’m not gonna lie I’ve read through this at least three times now in my inbox and I just love all of it???  Holding strong even after seeing another version of herself until she’s safely away and then completely losing it?  Coming face to face with Dimitri, saying she won’t apologize for the heartache she caused because it doesn’t fix anything, but when Dimitri says that it’s a shart she does it (and it doesn’t feel any better but she did it and I’m proud of her)?  Steamrolling her way through the start of her conversation with her younger self because she knows that it’s the only way to get a word in edgewise?  It’s all fantastic and I love it and I want to see more of it
Also I felt compelled to try sketching out a conceptual CC!Edelgard take this as either thanks for sending this or a bribe for more or both your choice
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beaubear · 3 years
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So like, I’m thinking about making an OC that’s Male Byleth’s younger twin sister (not female byleth). She would look kinda similar to Jeralt, as she would have light brown hair, brown eyes, and she would have braids in her hair. She doesn’t have a connection to the Goddess like Byleth, but is still there to help him however she can. She acts as an assistant when Byleth is a teacher.
Her and Byleth are meant to polar opposites, so I imagine that while Byleth is cold and calculating and very out of touch with his own emotions, his sister would be warm, cheerful and outgoing, and is a lot more in-tune with her emotions. She is a bit short-tempered, She grew up with the mercenaries, and I kinda think most mercenaries are guys, so she isn’t very used to talking to other girls.
She is very curious about the world, and was more willing than Byleth to go to the monastery. However, she tends to get very frustrated with things she doesn’t understand. Her entire life has been mercenary life, and anything outside of it confuses her. Nonetheless, she tries her hardest.
Byleth and her are very close, despite their polar opposite personalities. They rarely ever argue, but there they do it’s because she throws herself into danger recklessly and Byleth nags her about it. She will follow Byleth in any route, no matter what. She isn’t happy in Crimson Flower, but she cares for Byleth more than she does for Fodlan. (I’m want to write a support chain for the two of them but idk how I should go about it...)
She supports everyone in the monastery, including the church members and the Ashen Wolves. Her closest allies are Byleth, Dimitri, Cyril and Yuri.
Here’s some more stuff:
Gender: Demigirl
Age: 21
Height: 164 cm
House: Same house as Byleth
Preferred Skills: Lance, Axe, Riding, and Authority
Dislikes Skills: None
Budding Talent: Flying
Crest: Crest of Seiros
Spell List:
Reason: Blizzard, Bolganone, Thoron
Faith: Heal, Nosaferu, Rescue, Aura
Likes: Flowers, Her brother, discovering new things, meat, being helpful, playing instruments, star gazing
Dislikes: Laziness, people who bother her brother, complaining, the dark, feeling helpless, revenge, wastefulness
Interests: Music, wilderness, reading, helping out her brother, strategizing, tailor work, mercenary work
Favorite Tea: Bergamot, Charmoline, Almyran Pine Needles
Favorite Gifts: Any flower, Riding Boots, Whetstone, Board Game, Smoked Meat, Hunting Dagger, Training Weight, Sheet of Music
I’m thinking about naming her Seraphina or Seraphine, since both names translate to “angel” while Byleth’s name means “demon.”
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How they act around their crush: GD edition
[This one’s for @glass-grapes​. I saw your submission and am completely psyched that you love my blog! I know that I’ve only recently had it kick-off with a few posts, but I have been wanting to start one of these since January. Hope this is to your liking! (p.s I didn’t know if I should do pre or post time skip, so I did a little dabbling into both]
Claude:
We all know Claude here is both a go-getter and a tease 
If he finds you interesting then there’s no reason for him to hide it. A  battle of wits never hurt anyone, and boy do you two fight well
He is s a s s y. If you’re chatting with some other students he might stick his nose into the conversation to toy with you. It’s all in good fun, right? Just a little mini-game on his way to achieving bigger things  
That’s what he tells himself 
Some days he finds you a bit too alluring, and can’t help being self conscious of the other people around
Fiddles with his braid when you throw him for a loop
Will pay extra special attention to you in battle, and makes excuses to the prof. for why you should be near him. He really is a snake 
Post-Timeskip he hides his bias even more. Not enough to fool his close comrades, but enough to avoid you receiving any extra attention from the enemy  
Sometimes slips items in your room to distract from the stress. Tea, a new blanket, etc.
During the five year gap he keeps track of your whereabouts. After Garreg Mache fell he decided that his dream would take priority as planned, but also believed that one day you would be at his side 
Wasn’t surprised at all to see you at the reunion, but that familiar urge to tug his hair returned too  
Judith and Nader have already heard about you prior to your meeting. Much to his dismay they view his buried feelings as open range comedy
Lorenz: 
We all know how Lorenz acts when he finds someone of interest. The guy is a huge flirt which causes the professor wayyy too much stress 
He’s not as in-tune with his sense of romance as you would think. In the early stages he’ll treat you the same as all the other ladies: a potential partner for house Gloucester.
Date offerings, frilly words, gifts, acts of kindness. Ah tis but the duty of a noble, yes? 
No. 
One day he lets that stubborn side of his personality slip out, and you come back at him with just as much fire. He becomes so angered after it, but somehow hearing the words from you hurt more than if someone else were to say them
That’s when he knows that he’s in deep, and from then on he treats you more gently. He’ll watch his tongue around other women, and sets his sights on only you. His mannerisms are the same as before, but now he tries to learn more about you as a person vs. just the cold hard statistics
He’s a blusher. He has a naturally light pigmentation so it shows. 
After the time-skip he’ll watch you like a hawke. Do you like his new hair cut? Surly it’s an improvement from before sorry bro it’s not
Sets his dignity aside to request that you be given a hexlock shield during battle, or placed near him. Claude won’t let him live it down
Ignatz: 
He m i g h t avoid you, but please don’t take it the wrong way. That’s just how he is, you know?
Young Ignatz isn’t that confident in himself. You’re...well ‘you’. And he’s...well, ‘him’
Oddly enough he confides in HIlda of all people. It originally began with wanting to see if she was still on stable duty with him, but ended up with him working and her talking
When you’re nearby he chooses not to speak unless spoken to. If you didn’t know his tells he’d come off cold, but one look at his hands wringing together just proves he was nervous 
Byleth puts you two on cooking duty together: que panic. He legit grovels at their feet to pick someone else. They don’t, and that evening he sketches a wonderful picture of you sifting through different seasonings 
On your birthday he struggles to give you the gift he prepared. It ends up with Lionie giving you it while he watches from afar. 
When you’re older he is much more verbal with his opinions 
More often than not he lets those honey-coated words slip out, which usually end up with him excusing himself quickly 
Invites you to join him during downtime at least once a week. Every day could be his last, and goddess forbid yours. He wants to spend time with you even if he isn’t the most graceful companion never mind that he’s a smooth-talking mofo
Raphael: 
If there’s one thing Raphael is good at, it’s showing that he cares 
The boy is a giant muscular teddybear. He will carry your things, he will spar with you, he will eat anything you cook without complaint, and he will hug you; hard. 
Unlike everyone else he’s pretty open with his feelings. Life is short, you know? 
If you make him particularly bashful he’ll laugh loudly. More so to cover up his own embarrassment than because he finds the situation actually humorous
Adopts this habit of constantly asking if you need anything. The guy loves to dote on people, and lookie here you’re the perfect target 
Remembers all important dates like a pro. On your birthday he drops a gift right on your desk first thing in the morning 
Goddess forbid anyone gives you trouble. Without the smile on his face he looks the murder type, and the guy uses it to his advantage. He will happily escort you anywhere you need to go 
Once his sister is settled he might honestly stick with you during that five year gap. He’s made his feelings painfully obvious, and you haven’t chased him off. Why not stick around? 
Hilda: 
Yo she’s clingy 
She knows you have to be a catch and a half to steal her heart, so who knows who else that you’ve smooth talked 
Just like everyone else she’ll still get you to do her bidding...but, maybe a smidge less 
She feels guilty, but won’t show it 
Hilda will do all in her power to not let the news reach her family. The last thing she needs is Holst sending her more letters, or worse: showing up at the monastery
Y’all she will don her best perfume for you. She will push all her work onto Cyril and drag you to have lunch with her. This is normal Hilda behavior so she has no reason to be shy 
Will flirt openly and proudly. If you recuperate she’ll go gossip to Marianne about how you’re ‘totally smitten’ with her
Post-skip she’s not much different. Most of her time is spent doing what she can for the cause, but when you see each other she’s more bold. 
Like always she doesn’t like to have expectations pushed onto her. She does have one for herself though, and it’s to stay by your side. 
Marianne: 
During the academy years she tends to admire from afar 
Her favorite memories are of when the professor signed you both up for choir practice. She loves your voice, and it was a time where there wasn’t any pressure for conversation 
As time passes she’ll become less adverse to talking. Quiet greetings will be whispered when you cross paths, and occasionally you two have lunch together 
Marianne is not as reserved as people assume her to be. She’s just had a rough time, and if you take things slow with her then she’ll gradually have a stronger presence in your life. She hopes that this comes true for you two 
Eye contact hasn’t always been her forte. She does try to maintain it with you though 
Her feelings remain at a stalemate through most of the academy days. Only when she bypass’ some more personal-issues does she let her emotions go free
About halfway through the war period she changes. Her stance is more vertical, and she becomes the one to take initiative in your relationship 
She’ll still blush upon any physical contact, and in some cases she’ll lose her breath when you talk. Don’t take the momentary silence as a bad thing, she’s okay. 
Occasionally she’ll be restless and unable to sleep, worrying about the future she now has in her grasp. You might find her scouring for a cup of chamomile late in the night 
Lysithea: 
She’ll deny herself immediately. For Lysithea the future is an anomaly. One of which that no amount of studying or research can uncover.
It’s painfully obvious that there’s a spark between you two. Anyone can see it, and Hilda has pestered her many times regarding confessing 
If the situation was a bit different, she would. Lysithea is no push over, but she also doesn’t want to invest time into something that will bear no fruition 
She keeps her cool around you for the most part...or at least until you’re out of hearing distance 
Then she completely loses composure. Did someone say clammy hands? Because hers get slicker than lorenz’s hair gel 
Leads to stress eating, not gonna lie. There are many late night trips to the mess hall, and many angry cooks over the missing sweets  
Times are different post-timeskip though. She’s a bit more reluctant to let these feelings go 
Occasionally there’s some open flirting on her part. If you recuperate then it becomes more frequent and less forced. The sassy banter between you two becomes the deer’s free entertainment
Leonie: 
She’s commonly been viewed as ‘one of the guys,’ for her personality. So she’s very insecure about getting friend zoned 
It’s not like she was actively searching for romance. It just happened, you know? One day something just struck a chord 
She never took the time to picture sharing a life with someone. Most of her life has been spent worrying about her village, or working hard to attain some kind of recognition from the Captian 
For a split second she considers going to Byleth for some advice. Now isn’t the time for school-girl crushes. Now is the time to be forging a path to the future
Decides to completely ignore the ache she feels when you’re nearby. Just...lets it go. 
She’ll put hella distance between you two. The only time she’ll initiate contact is during sparring 
After the timeskip she stays this way too. Well, until HIlda calls her out on her bullsh*t (if you haven’t noticed from all these. Hilda is a perceptive little cookie)
Just like anyone she’ll go through the moral dilemma of deciding to confess or not. She instead chooses to just let her feelings do as they please, and if something happens then it happens 
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A New Chapter
Thank you for the support as always, @breeachuu! I hope you like the pilogue for Wolfie's story~ Watch out ye who reads, for the sin!
Summary: With the end of the war, it was time to bring in a new beginning. With Caspar by his side, Wolfie now had only the future to look forward to, a future alongside the one he loved and the family he had left behind to fulfill his mission...
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The end of the war.
Surely there was not one person who felt the same about the outcome of the almost six years long war. Some were overjoyed, some had lingering regrets, some even felt bitter at the destruction that it had left in its wake.
It did not feel real for the first few hours after the defeat of the emperor. What happened after a war? What did the living do during times of peace? War scarred people in a way that made them forget how it was to simply live.
Wolfram had heard from his siblings that the end of their fighting left a bitter taste in their mouths, especially due to the destruction of their original world. Since a long time had passed after the end of the first Plegia-Ylisse war, Wolfram never heard about how Chrom hadn’t felt happy after dealing with the Mad King. Basilio, at that time, had said that victory could be bitter as well as sweet, though there was no way for Wolfie to know that.
To him, the end of the war carried the sweetest of tastes. It carried the taste of his blossoming love for Caspar, as well as the end of his lonely days.
The end of the fighting, which Wolfram grew to despise. Hearing about the hopeless battles his siblings had to go through made him wary enough of any fights -- and having to participate in a war at all was enough to make Wolfie want to distance himself from such things as much as he could.
Thus, Wolfram was overjoyed with the end of the war. There would be no more fights in his near future, nor would he need to worry to look over his shoulder in order to keep a secret he never wanted to hide in the first place.
This end meant a new beginning to Wolfie. It was the dawn of a new chapter of his long, long life -- this time, accompanied by his beloved Caspar.
Even though they hadn’t actually made any plans for the future, Wolfram took the trip back home with Caspar as a given, while they walked around camp hand in hand.
Most of the classmates from Garreg Mach still had many issues to resolve -- some would need to return to their estates right away while others wanted to help with the war relief. That was especially the case for those who still saw byleth as the guiding hand that had helped decide the outcome of their lives, so some of them even proclaimed to stay by her side for as long as they could.
Dimitri would be crowned King of the new Unified Fódlan, so he would need all the help he could get -- now especially that he and Byleth would unite through marriage and run both the political and religious sides of Fódlan together.
Wolfie would be lying if he said he was surprised by the fact that there was something going on between Dimitri and Byleth -- he had seen how deep their bond had been since five years ago, so being witness to their love brought him overflowing warmth that fell through his eyes.
He had embraced both the future King and the Professor with warm tears on his cheeks, laughing happily at how there were many new, hopeful chapters being opened with him at the center. He truly couldn’t contain his happiness at how despite witnessing the end of an Empire, that also meant that he was looking at the birth of a great Kingdom from the closest seat possible.
That made Wolfram more emotional than he could handle, even while being sometimes surprised by Caspar’s sudden pecks at his lips -- which, if Wolfie was being frank, were dangerous to his heart’s health. He didn’t know if he would faint from palpitations from Caspar’s rough sneak attacks or from his heart bursting with happiness.
The half-manakete could barely sleep during the march back to the monastery, taking it upon himself to stretch his wings every single night. The cold air felt good in his permanently-red cheeks -- now that he and Caspar had shared their feelings, sleeping beside his boyfriend in a tent full of other people made Wolfram hot and bothered -- so he welcomed the moonlight in high spirits.
Besides, the hair that Caspar had given him still weighed deeply inside Wolfram’s pocket. Now, more than ever, he wanted to make that jewel with these feelings into his fire. The joy of the war’s ending. The happiness of being reciprocated in his love. The longing he felt to be back home, with his family.
The anticipation of presenting his boyfriend to the family of immortals.
He had so many things he could pour into his fire that he wanted the moon to be full, already!
… However, he would probably not be able to make the jewel in Fódlan. The time allotted for him to complete his mission was nearly at its end, so he would most likely hear from Naga soon, regarding the portal to return to Ylisse.
It made him a bit lonely to have to make the jewel far from where he first met Caspar -- far from Caspar’s homeworld, as well -- but it also brought him a bit of giddiness. It meant that he could make the jewel that was so important to his kind, back in the world that had raised him into what he was today.
It all held a special meaning to the half-manakete.
The night before they arrived at the monastery, Caspar was lying down on his back with both hands behind his head, staring at the top of the tent with a content smirk. Seeing and appreciating this, Wolfie, who lay on the side so he could take a better look at his boyfriend, sighed happily.
“Do you have something in mind?” He whispered, careful not to wake up his fellow soldiers.
“Nah.” Caspar replied immediately. “I was just thinking that being with you is really a blast.”
Wolfram sputtered, choking on saliva. He dug his face under the blanket to muffle his coughs, feeling Caspar’s arm from outside the covers to bring him closer.
His coughing fit stopped almost immediately, being replaced by a very much red face inside the custom-made Wolfram package, inside the blanket. “I love being with you, too.”
“Yeah.” Caspar nodded, looking up as though he could see the night sky.
After a few moments of silence, Wolfie popped his head out of the blanket, looking at Caspar with his thin eyes. “You remember I told you about my mission, right? And how I had to go back after a set amount of time?”
Caspar moved his head to look at Wolfram, who was snuggling on his chest. “Yeah?”
“The time is, um, almost up. I never actually asked if you wanted to come back home with me, since I took it for granted, but I was wondering if you didn’t have anything to do back here-”
“No way, man, I’m not letting you leave.” Caspar cut Wolfie off, speaking so matter-of-factly that it made the taller boy blush. “We’re going together, wherever it is. I don’t really have anything holding me down anywhere.”
Wolfram’s eyes sparkled, his cheeks so red he almost forgot how to breathe. “... You’re so cool.” He whispered before digging his face into Caspar’s well-defined chest.
“Hehe,” Caspar snorted proudly. “Aren’t I?”
Wolfram simply giggled in response, snuggling into Caspar as if he were a little cat and not someone who towered over his boyfriend for a good many inches.
Once they were back at the monastery; back at a place that made all of them instinctively think of being productive, those who chose to return with Byleth and Dimitri started to get ready to work.
For some reason, Wolfie was captured by Dorothea on the afternoon of their arrival, completely unprompted. He had told her about his relationship with Caspar during the march back, but since there were many things to do and many miles to cover, there wasn’t much time for talking and gossiping. So, once back at a familiar place, Dorothea dragged Wolfie into her room, finding that there was another guest in there, as well.
“Eh? Ah, hi there, Yuri.” Wolfie greeted, with one arm still hostage to Dorothea’s grasp. He bowed awkwardly, as he hadn’t had much time to get acquainted with the beautiful man during their short interactions within the army.
Yuri simply crossed his arms and looked at Wolfram from top to bottom, then directed his gaze, under the beautifully long eyelashes, to Dorothea. “So you’re gonna have me explain it all in detail, yeah? The kid looks so pure…”
The songstress giggled, her melodious laugh stealing a smile from Wolfie even as he was confused with this situation. “I figured you’d know better how to talk about these things than me.”
“Well, you’re right about that.” Yuri smirked, his beautiful face making Wolfram nervous for some reason. Yuri then reached for something inside his cloak, directing it to Wolfie once he got it.
It was a vial small enough to fit into one palm. Receiving the tiny bottle, Wolfram tilted his head to the side in confusion. “Um…?”
Yuri snorted, almost laughing loudly. “Sit down, kid. I’m gonna give you a tutorial on how to take it up to your-”
“ALRIGHT, perhaps I should still remain to filter out the language, yes?” Dorothea placed a teacup with a loud clunk in front of Yuri, deafening the improper words he was about to utter. Still confused out of his mind, Wolfram sat down on the table as Dorothea organized it as though they were going to have a tea party for three.
Once their eyes met, Dorothea winked to Wolfram.
“Remember what I told you about taking the initiative?” She explained, making him open his mouth to reply.
But before he could even nod, Yuri interrupted. “So, I’m here to tell you how to take things to the next level.”
“Next-” Wolfram repeated the word without understanding it at first, but then realization sunk in like a slap on the face -- making his cheeks, neck and ears flush with a vibrant red. “Ah.”
Finding the reaction refreshing, Yuri threw his head back in laughter as Dorothea slapped him while at the same time holding Wolfram’s hand. It would prove to be a very… informative afternoon.
Wolfram didn’t even know how he managed to walk from Dorothea’s room to the dining hall once it was time for dinner. His entire body was still, his face was so red he thought they could mistake him for a tomato and cook him and there were some… graphic images imprinted into his mind.
He kept remembering the glimpses he took of Caspar’s body whenever they trained or bathed together -- and that made his own body fire up in response. He felt so dirty and embarrassed, but at the same time excited and expectant.
However, he wasn’t confident in being able to do the… well, things that Yuri had hammered into his head throughout the afternoon. It was all so overwhelming.
Yuri had even instructed him on how to start the intercourse in a natural manner, but- it was impossible! Wolfram didn’t even know if he was chewing on food or someone else’s hair at that moment, let alone be able to keep his cool enough to- to!!!
“Yo there, Wolf! Where have you been the whole day, man?” Caspar slapped Wolfram’s back, sitting right beside him with his tray of food, which made the half-manakete choke with whatever he had swallowed and bend his body forward. “Whoa, howa, you okay? Hey!” Caspar slapped Wolfie’s back with more and more strength, as though hitting someone on the back was a sure fire way of helping them with a coughing fit.
It only made Wolfram’s back sore, though the reason for his nervousness was right there beside him, with a warm hand on his shoulder.
“I-I’m, ack,” he cleared his throat, “I’m fine now, thanks, Caspar.”
Wearing a proud smile, Caspar nodded, finally turning his attention to his food. “No prob.” He said with a wide smile, downing the food that probably amounted to three times what Wolfie was eating in a speed that didn’t feel that belonged to a human. “Oh yeah, our room is still ours, they said! We can stay there till we leave for your world.” Caspar mentioned in passing, but that only made Wolfram almost choke again.
‘Our room.’
Wolfie hid his face between his hands, pressing his lips into a thin line in embarrassment. “I-I see! That’s great, nyahah…!” Wolfram stammered, but Caspar simply took it at face value and nodded happily with a mouth full of food.
… It would be the first time that they would sleep alone in the same room after becoming a couple, but nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary for Caspar, so Wolfram knew that he had to follow at least one of the pieces of advice he had learned earlier today.
If he didn’t act, nothing would happen.
Still, that didn’t mean that it was easy. He could barely see in front of him due to how nervous he was just to climb up the stairs to their quarters.
Hehe. ‘Their quarters’. Hehe.
“Ahem,” Wolfie cleared his throat as though he hadn’t just smiled inside his head, closing his eyes to be able to calm himself down. They arrived soon enough, as the route was well ingrained into their bodies.
Once inside, Caspar immediately crashed onto the bed, then looked up at the fidgeting Wolfram, who was planted in the middle of the room without a clear action to take.
Blinking, the shorter man looked to his boyfriend, then to the pile of luggage by the side, then back at his boyfriend and something lit up in his head. “OH yeah! Now we don’t need to sleep on separate beds, yeah? This bed’s big, so it’ll fit the two of us just fine.”
Wolfram swore he could actually hear his head exploding.
“We- um, sleep?”
“Yeah?” Caspar nodded with a question in his gaze. “We were basically sharing one sleeping bag anyway, so this bed’ll do just fine, doncha think?”
Of course.
Of course, of course, of course.
Caspar wasn’t thinking of ‘that’. He was just truly and literally talking about purely sleeping together.
Hiding his face with both hands, Wolfram took two steps towards the bed and sat besides his clueless, stupid and wonderful boyfriend. “Caspar…”
“Muh?” Caspar was looking at the dresser, thinking that he should probably change to his pajamas soon, before turning back to face Wolfram -- or at least Wolfram’s hands that covered his face.
“Fwooo… hahh…” Wolfram took deep breaths before sliding his hands down. “You really don’t get it, do you?”
Caspar frowned deeply, “get what?”
“What… what do couples…” Wolfram choked on the words, looking down to their touching knees. “What do couples do when they sleep together?”
If one were to explain the expression on Caspar’s face, it would be something akin to ‘lag’. It was like the midway of an expression -- like he was in the middle of doing something, but froze like that for a few moments.
“OOOH, YEAH MAN, wow that was dumb.” He placed one fist on his open palm as though making the discovery of the century, not realizing that he was repeating basically word for word what he had said after Wolfram first kissed him, back in Enbarr. “I never done it before, though, so it’s gonna be a shot in the dark.” He cocked his neck to the side in a way that made Wolfie’s legs tremble -- and if he wasn’t already seated, he would lose strength in them.
Being the gung-ho person that he was, Caspar already went for the attack, 100% ready to just give it a shot at this thing he had no experience on, leaning close to Wolfram to insert his tongue into his boyfriend’s lips.
“Mmpph..!” Surprised out of his mind, Wolfram widened his thin eyes, being pushed down on the bed by his eager boyfriend. He was ashamed to say that that neck cocking Caspar had done and the way his eyes looked almost savage before they kissed made a mess inside Wolfram’s mind. He even felt the heat circle around his pants, ready to push up excitement. “W-wait, wait-” Wolfram managed to plead as his head reached the pillow, completely robbed of his breath.
“Yeah?” Caspar huffed as well, his lips moist and slightly swollen from the roughness of their kiss.
“A-a friend with experience told me how to do this,” Wolfram stuttered, reaching for the vial he had hidden inside his pant’s pocket. “And he said that we can use this.”
“Muh?” Caspar sat back down, giving Wolfram the space to sit as well, as he examined the bottle. “What’s this for?”
“Um,” Wolfram’s face was burning hot, but he had to say this, at least now. From what he noticed from this short relationship he had with Caspar, Wolfram only had to take the initiative once. Then, Caspar would know what to do for later. “I heard that it’s, ah, um… hard to put it in when it’s between men.”
“Really?” Caspar frowned, still trying to discern what was inside the bottle. He popped the lid open and smelled it, but apart from the smell of herbs, there wasn’t much to go about it.
“Y-yeah, so I got this to, um… help… the way in.” Wolfram gestured to Caspar to give the vial back, which he did with a confused face. Wolfie then tilted the vial a bit, making a drop of a thick oil drip on his finger. “It’s to rub around and inside and, um…”
“Oh, I put this around my dick? So it’ll slide in?” Caspar took Wolfram’s hand to smell the oil again, then looked down at his pants.
Unfortunately, Wolfram followed his boyfriend’s gaze, meeting a half-erect bulge inside Caspar’s pants. It made Wolfie gulp and let out a small moan without realizing.
In a daze, it took Wolfie a few more moments to remember where the conversation had stopped. “N-no, it’s actually to… but inside… me…” His voice got weaker and weaker as he lowered his head with embarrassment. He mumbled something about two or three fingers, but Caspar didn’t catch all of that.
“Seems complicated. But alright, wanna try it?” Caspar asked, already taking off his shirt. Flustered with the sight of his boyfriend’s bare skin, Wolfie averted his gaze.
“Eh? Um, just like that?”
“Well, yeah. The sooner we get the hang of it, the better, right? C’mon,” Caspar nudged the hem of Wolfram’s bareback turtleneck, pulling it over his head with a swiftness one usually wouldn’t expect from him.
Bashful, Wolfram held onto the vial as though it was his salvation or something, as Caspar got up to take off his pants. Watching the spectacle made Wolfram feel something poking inside his own pants, as he was unable to take his eyes off of Caspar’s half-erect manhood.
Gulping, Wolfram didn’t realize Caspar pulled him up as well, only noticing what was going on once he felt hands pulling his pants down. “W-wait, um-”
“You don’t want it? But you’re hard, too.” Caspar poked at the head, making Wolfram shiver as hold back a hot sigh.
“I-I’m nervous, okay! I’m-” Wolfie complained, sitting back on the bed under Caspar’s strong arms.
“You think it’ll hurt? I don’t wanna stick it in you and hurt you.” Caspar pouted, not realizing his erection had fully grown during their talk. Seeing Wolfram’s white, glistening skin and slightly trembling shoulders made something crack inside of him for some reason. Even his dick looked cute to the point of Caspar wanting to touch it if only to see how Wolfie would react to it.
Of course, Wolfram was worried about the pain, too, but more than anything, he was just embarrassed in general. He had never even touched himself before, so this was truly the first time he even entertained such lewd thoughts. It was a bit overwhelming.
Seeing the hesitation in his boyfriend’s actions, Caspar pulled Wolfie closer, making Wolfram’s legs go around Caspar’s hips as they sat in front of one another -- with their erections touching each other in the middle.
“If you don’t wanna, I’m just gonna get this resolved for us, aight?” Practical as always, Caspar held both of their cocks with his hand, rubbing them together as he moved up and down.
Wolfram let out an ‘eek’, followed by a muffled moan, while his entire body flinched with the sudden wave of pleasure.
The noise made something else crack inside Caspar’s mind. He blinked, licking his lower lips as though he wanted to eat Wolfram all up and took his eyes away from their joined erections towards Wolfram’s face.
He was so adorable. “What the hell, you’re so cute.” Caspar cursed, pulling Wolfram for a kiss as his hand between them moved. He felt Wolfie’s tongue and body tremble, which fired him up even more. Once they parted, huffing hot air between them, Caspar placed his forehead on Wolfram’s. “Actually, can I go back on that? I wanna put it in so bad.”
Drunk with the pleasure from only Caspar’s hand and rough kisses, Wolfram dazedly nodded, not realizing he pulled his boyfriend down so he could be on top of himself. “Y-you can.”
“... hot!” Caspar huffed before digging into Wolfram’s lips once more, moving his hand a little bit faster if only to feel Wolfram tremble under him.
“A-ah…” Wolfie gasped a moan once their lips parted, feeling his body tremble with a premature ejaculation. He felt hot and relaxed at the same time, his fluids shooting up to his and Caspar’s chests. It wasn’t unnatural -- after all, it was the first time Wolfram had ever touched himself (or had someone do so).
Caspar thought it was even hotter now that he saw how good Wolfram felt, already wanting to shove it in as he prodded into Wolfram’s bottom.
“W-wait, the oil…” Wolfram opened his palm to give the vial to Caspar.
“How much do I put?” Caspar adjusted himself in a better position to penetrate, holding Wolfram’s legs on either side of his body.
Biting his lips, Wolfram didn’t notice he rocked his hips right on Caspar’s erection. “Three fingers… once three fingers are in, you can put it in… It’s what I heard.”
“What? But my dick’s larger than just three fingers.” Caspar mentioned shamelessly, making Wolfram press his mouth shut and squeeze his eyes with anticipation.
“I heard it’s awkward and difficult to position the hand with more than three fingers inside, so those are enough to ‘open a path’.” He rolled his head to the sides, speaking as though in a trance as he remembered the earlier talk.
Caspar shrugged. “Alright.” He replied, coating his fingers with the warm oil before teasing them around Wolfram’s bottom.
His touch was rough and clumsy, but whenever he hit a sweet spot, it made Wolfram’s whole body shiver with pleasure, which in turn spurred him to try harder into ‘loosening’ his boyfriend so he could put it in.
Each time a new finger went inside, Wolfram’s body heated up more. He felt feverish, in a way that made him want to succumb to the heat instead of finding something to cool him off.
He barely held enough consciousness to muffle his moans, but the longer he was stimulated, the looser his lips became; letting out countless of hot and stammering breaths.
More and more did Caspar hear cracking sounds inside of himself. What the hell, how was his boyfriend so cute? How? That voice? That glistening skin? That body that clenched around his fingers…
He wanted more. Goddess, he wanted so much more.
Caspar muttered something about reaching the three fingers and once again prodded his erection at Wolfram’s bottom, feeling the tip slide in much easier than before. He gritted his teeth and pushed it in, feeling enough resistance to make him squeeze his eyes, but enough warmth that made him want to stay inside forever.
Wolfram stretched out a long moan as Caspar slid it all in, feeling like there were tiny firecrackers all around his body; exploding each in a different way, making him tremble with pleasure the moment their bodies conjoined.
“Haah, hah… This feels so good.” Caspar panted, struggling to pull it out so he could shove it in, feeling Wolfram stretch himself to accommodate him. Caspar even felt stupid for not thinking of this before -- it felt this good and he only remembered it existed because Wolfram mentioned it?
Never again he would forget how good it felt to be inside the man he loved.
Wolfram felt that he was close to the climax again, with only the first insertion -- and it soon became reality. He covered his face with both arms as his entire body shook with pleasure; but Caspar was only getting started.
The spasms from the orgasm only spurred Caspar on -- with each thrust, his way became more comfortable inside Wolfram, and with each thrust, the heat enveloped them further. Wolfie’s mind was a mess -- he didn’t even remember how many times he came anymore, to the point that he could only focus on the thick rod inside of him, going in and out… in and out.
It felt so good.
By the gods, it felt so good! He cried tears of pleasure as Caspar accelerated his movements, onto the road of the climax himself.
As though ordained, Wolfram felt the blanket of pleasure cover him once again, now at the same time as Caspar, as his seeds shot inside Wolfram with a loud and deep groan.
Huffing, Caspar fell on top of Wolfram’s chest, his entire body tingling in the best way he had ever felt. “What… the hell,” he gasped, resting his face on his boyfriend’s neck for a beat. “This was amazing.”
“Y-yes… yes…” Wolfram nodded, exhausted, unable to continue the conversation as his heavy eyelids closed, his whole body protesting. “I love you, Caspar…”
“I love you too, Wolf.” Caspar nodded, still wanting to stay inside Wolfram for a moment, only realizing a few moments later that Wolfie had fallen asleep.
Wolfram felt his entire body aching once he opened his eyes. “Ouch, ouch…” He groaned, reaching for his lower back. He found himself inside Caspar’s arms, despite it feeling like late morning.
“You okay? Did it hurt?”
Before replying, Wolfram wanted to ask why Caspar hadn’t gone to training, but his mind was too much focused on how sore everywhere else was. In truth, Caspar woke up at dawn as it was his custom, but for some reason, he didn’t want to go train. He wanted to stay with his man a while longer, so he just hung out in bed, snuggling his tall boyfriend into his chest.
“It… didn’t, but now I’m all sore. Ugh.” Wolfie groaned, closing his eyes to check himself out.
“Huh. So we won’t be able to do it everyday. Got it.” Caspar nodded matter-of-factly, making Wolfram immediately blush.
“Wha- hu- every day…?”
“Yeah, no? If you’re like this today, we can’t do it again tonight. You think you’ll be good by tomorrow?”
“C-Caspar!” Wolfram nudged his boyfriend with an accusing tone, but the other man seemed serious.
“Muh? What? We’re doing it anyway, right?”
“...” Wolfie lowered his gaze, then dug his face into Caspar’s bare chest. “... yes.”
“Haha, yes!” Caspar celebrated, squeezing his boyfriend in a tight hug before receiving groans of protest. “Whoops, my bad.”
“Heehee,” Wolfram giggled, closing his eyes again to drift into a comfortable sleep; safe in his beloved’s arms.
There was fog, once Wolfram became conscious of himself. It was so foggy he wasn’t able to see his own hand in front of himself. Frowning, the half-manakete looked around him, trying to pull out the last of his memories before he ended up in this place.
Soon enough, he came up with the answer. “Ah, this is a dream.”
“Indeed, child.” A Holy voice echoed from below and above; from all sides and from within Wolfram himself. The boy widened his eyes.
“Naga!”
He felt a small laugh in the air, suddenly not hearing the words per se, but receiving flowing understanding inside his mind.
It was about a time. And a place.
The time and place he was supposed to leave Fódlan. Blinking inside the dream, Wolfram counted within his mind. Roughly one week until the portal opened inside the very woods he had arrived from, right below the monastery -- actually rather close to the place he had lived in isolation during the five years it took for Byleth’s Slumber to last.
Perhaps the energy around that place was special enough to hold for a portal between worlds to be erected. There was no way to know, at least not now.
Once Wolfram opened his eyes again, he was back in Caspar’s bed, though now he was alone. Blinking, he lifted himself up, still feeling sore, but much better than earlier that morning.
It wasn’t long after that his sensitive ears picked up steps reaching closer to the door, just as he had finished putting his clothes back on -- Caspar burst the door open, holding a tray with piles of food in his hands.
“Oh, Wolf! You woke up!” Caspar grinned, placing the tray on the secretary. “I ran once it was dinner time ‘cause I didn’t want to lose out on all the food, hah!” He said proudly, pulling Wolfram to sit on his lap by the desk. “Let’s dig in!”
Wolfram was a bit embarrassed by how easily Caspar did that, shyly taking a piece of bread from the overflowing tray. “Thanks, Caspar. I was really hungry.”
“Well, yeah, after all that exercise yesterday.” Caspar bobbed his head to the sides, making Wolfram blush at how casual he was about it all.
Muffling a giggle, Wolfram finished munching on his food. “I had a dream about when and where the portal to my world will open up.”
“That’s sick. I’ll never NOT get surprised every time you mention your powers.” Caspar shoved an uncut piece of meat into his mouth. “When’s it?”
“In a week, down at the woods not far from here.”
“Nice. Good thing it wasn’t back in the Empire, yeah? We’d need to run.”
Wolfram nodded comfortably, leaning more on Caspar. It was just so… surreal. To be so openly accepted. Of course, it wasn’t as though Wolfram had experienced any prejudice, so he felt even bad for feeling so happy about being accepted when nothing adverse had actually happened -- but it still made him feel so… at home.
It was like he had found a home outside of his own world, and that home was called ‘Caspar’. Hiding his face from all the cheesy lines growing inside of him, Wolfram kept these a secret as he munched on his food.
The week that would follow would be busy -- it would be filled with farewells and well wishes from his friends and classmates. Wolfram also planned to ask Dorothea and Dedue for a lock of their hair so he could make them their jewels.
Of course, he wouldn’t be able to do so here in Fódlan, but he was sure that the portal would open again, someday. It wouldn’t be the first time a portal to another world opened in Ylisse, after all.
Holding that confidence, he said a ‘momentary’ goodbye to his friends. He even spent a few hours crying when he had to talk with Dimitri and Byleth, holding them and their hands and wishing for their happiness to last forever while babbling about his own world. The royal couple smiled widely even though they were saying goodbye to each other. It was simply momentary goodbye.
With a refreshed face and a light heart, Wolfram led the way to the forest he had first appeared in, somehow dorwning in memories of all of the days he had shared with the people he had brought into his heart in that Monastery.
He looked and felt melancholy once they were far enough that only small outer wall could be seen from the distance. Caspar followed, talking about this and that, and asking about how the food was back in Wolfie’s home and how were the folks in his house like.
Talking about his family made Wolfie miss them much more strongly -- even more so now that he was just about to meet them again. His chin trembling, Wolfie had just finished speaking about how he looked a LOT like his dad when he felt It.
It was like the air itself distorted around them -- like the space they were in was actually two-dimensional and that one could simply put a hand up and rip it like paper. The power of the dragonstone inside his locket glowed, making Wolfie’s wings, horn and tail pop up as though in ressonance with the amount of energy all around him.
“Oh… it’s here.” Wolfie said in a dazed voice, making Caspar look from him to the tiny blue hole that started appearing in front of them. Before he could even open his mouth, the hole opened further, with a weird buzzing sound coming out of it. Wolfram took a deep breath, a large smile forming on his lips as he took Caspar’s hand. “C’mon! It’s here! Aquilo, fly, boy! Fly!” Wolfie jumped into the hole at the same time Aquilo dove in from the sky.
“A-alright!” Caspar nodded, hesitating only for a fraction of second before following his boyfriend into the light. He felt his uncertainty in his steps as all of his surroundings were distorted in a way that felt like when one hit their elbow at a corner. His surroundings looked exactly like how that felt.
Before he could blink, however, he felt the cool night air, and water seeping into his boots. “Water?” Barely was the word out of his lips, something immediately tackled Wolfram onto the ground, shoving Caspar out of the way.
“Wolfie!” Nidra hugged her youngest with tears in her eyes, her entire body still glowing from being the medium of Naga’s power. “Oh, my boy, my little boy…” Nidra sobbed, patting Wolfie’s face and chest, looking for injuries. “How are you? How was your mission? You didn’t get hurt? Oh, look how the tips of your hair are looking like mine…”
At his mother’s bombarding questions, Wolfie was barely able to breathe. But he didn’t want to push her away either. “Mother…!” He sniffled, hugging her back with everything he had. He sobbed into her shoulder. “I-I’m back! Wolfie’s back!”
Another set of tackles followed, now from both sides -- making the lump of people roll around the wet roots. Both Cynthias sobbed loudly as they hugged their little brother.
“Rammy!! Rammmyy!” They cried, but immediately started the questioning. “How was your epic adventure? You GOTTA tell us everything!”
Still overwhelmed with all of his family’s love, Wolfram couldn’t do anything but cry, holding onto his mother for dear life.
Caspar watched it all with a huge grin, happy to see Wolfram so happy as well. He felt a pat on his shoulder and looked on to see, uh, Wolfi?
Frowning, Caspar looked from the standing Wolf to the Wolf between the three girls, then back at the standing Wolf.
“Nyaha, we look alike, don’t we? But look clooosely,” Henry turned his head to the side, showing his perfectly round ears. “It took me a long time to get a kid that looked like me, you know!”
“Ooh! So you’re Wolf’s dad, then? Man, you two are identical.”
“Nyahaha, right?” Henry laughed heartily, but then gripped on Caspar’s shoulder a bit more strongly in a way that didn’t fit with his thin arms. “By the way, who’re you?”
Caspar pointed at himself. “Me? Oh, I’m Wolf’s boyfriend.”
“WHAT?!” Nidra jumped from the hug as though she had been listening to everything around her, rising in shock. “His- what?!”
“O-oh yeah, Mother!” Embarrassed for having lost himself amidst his family’s hugs, Wolfram got up to quickly head to where Caspar was, strangely surrounded by Henry, Meli and Meliodas. “His name’s Caspar and I brought him back here ‘cause I didn’t want to leave without him…” The more he spoke, the more bashful he became, looking down in embarrassment while Caspar nodded proudly beside him.
“Yup. I dunno what’s going on around here since there wasn’t much time for Wolf to tell me everything, but we’ll be fine as long as we’re together, right, Wolf?” He pulled the tall boy with an arm around his neck, smiling brightly in the face of five dragons -- not counting Nah and Tiki that had served as mediums, as well -- and an immortal.
Nidra felt faint, staggering in her spot as Henry materialized beside her to hold her up.
“Nyahaha, that sounds fun, doesn’t it? C’mon, let’s all go back and have a loooooong and fun talk!” Henry smiled brightly, though there was a shadow covering his thin eyes -- which, of course, went way over Caspar’s head.
He only grinned in response and puffed his chest up in pride. “Alright! Lead the way!”
Just as Wolfram had wondered that day, back in Enbarr, it now truly felt like a new chapter of his life was beginning -- a new chapter that involved his entire family, which included Caspar, and all the years that would follow their story together.
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sniperduel · 3 years
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I still have conflicted feelings about Byleth. i’m trying hard to separate my assumptions from what the game actually gives us. I think fe3h could’ve benefited from giving byleth more lines even if they were more unvoiced single-option choices, just to flesh out Byleth and give them more interaction with characters in the main story that aren’t just “i dont understand” or “joke” or “yes i agree”. The game tries to balance having a self-insert combined with actual character and it just falls a little short. 
Sorry long post below i wanted to talk about byleth thanks
I think there’s a lot in Byleth that is interesting. Byleth is emotionally stunted, and socially sheltered from the larger Fodlan culture by Jeralt. Everything that has been done to Byleth in an effort to protect them, but by people with selfish intentions. Jeralt is highly protective of Byleth due to his own issues (and for some good reasons), and Rhea is still attempting to connect with Sothis somehow through Byleth (even though she claims she did it for Sitri); honestly, Sitri is one of the only people that ever did anything selfless for Byleth and the only time Byleth has any meaningful interaction with their mother is in a traumatizing AU moment where their mother’s deceased body is combined with some cuckold backstabber into a monster. I think that Sothis also is rather selfless in her actions with Byleth.... but i think that is just Sothis’s nature and bc she technically part of Byleth...
Byleth’s supports with Hanneman bring another element to Byleth’s relationship with themselves. From the potential “I’m a demon” line to Sothis to Hanneman commenting on their Ashen Demon moniker and Byleth’s visible discontent. Byleth does appear to dislike those things being said about them regardless of player intention; Byleth has a complicated relationship with their humanity. Their whole life is honestly traumatizing and probably further enforced their tendency to not have emotions, or mask them when they did appear. Byleth has somehow been abused by the social systems and Church of Fodlan, but also remains a sort of outsider. There needed to be more opportunities for Byleth to voice their thoughts in actual events, rather than just implied interactions during class or teatime. Their support chains are better (because characters need responses in order to have a conversation) but not by much. Byleth has such a complicated relationship to Fodlan outside of being an avatar for the player, and I think its far more interesting than doubling down on the self insert aspects.
It’s so easy for me to imagine Byleth’s growing discontent and overall humanity as they are forced into increasingly concerning situations. As White Clouds progresses, Byleth is forced to learn a lot of information and interact with many, many new people. While Byleth definitely does not talk much, it is so obvious that they grow and do make decisions based upon their newfound emotional capacity (agreeing to help students in paralogues, being concerned about student’s health/resting habits, deciding to protect or execute Edelgard, etc.)
Although, this just brings me back to wishing that Byleth was voiced. Byleth would have been a much more relatable character had they been able to just speak like Robin or Corrin. I understand they were trying to go the LoZ Link route here but I just think it is to the detriment of Byleth, who is so SO close to being a fully realized character. A character that could still be shaped by the player. While Link’s dialogue choices in BoTW are kinda.... false choices... Byleth’s choices matter a lot more because FE3H is about personal connections and growth (which is a theme that has only been growing stronger in the series, and its hindered by how Byleth’s character was handled). 
I also think it would make Crimson Flower a more effective route for the people who don’t like it. I don’t like when people see it just a shoehorned Edeleth romance because while the route does focus on Edelgard’s relationship with Byleth, it also is the only route that allows Byleth’s character to grow further WITH agency. There is a reason that Byleth’s heart beats at the end of Crimson Flower. Crimson Flower is a good base for Byleth to go through their own traumas and to forge their own path like Jeralt and Sothis implore them to do. It’s actually a big reason why i think Edeleth is a well recieved ship, despite Byleth’s apparent lack of character to some people. Byleth does gain more personal motivation rather than obligation in Crimson Flower by siding with Edelgard (influenced by Jeralt’s distrust of the church, Byleth’s connection with the black eagles). Edelgard always establishes Byleth’s autonomy by asking if Byleth wishes to continue following her. Imagine if Byleth would talk more in CF, because they become more of their own person, rather than just an amalgamation of those who influence them. I think that would be such an interesting mechanic to really drive home the Byleth character arc. 
I love those moments where Byleth’s personality shines through and I wish there was more.
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sabineelectricheart · 3 years
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The Only Absolute Truth About Love
Summary: Sylvain felt blessed when he came to find out the only absolute truth about love. It was a heavenly punishment, rather than a gift.
Rating: K+ - Suitable for more mature childen, 9 years and older, with minor action violence without serious injury. May contain mild coarse language. Should not contain any adult themes.
Words: 2100
Notes: I really wonder what my dearest readers think about the choices made on this fic. Do leave a comment, I’m a little slow (in time and in rational thought), but I really do appreciate it.
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In all of his too many years of existence, forged through pain, war and loneliness, Sylvain, the heir to the great Gautier name, felt blessed when he came to find out the only absolute truth about love.
It was a heavenly punishment, rather than a gift.
The feeling of love immediately and inescapably equates to regret. All lovers eventually come to regret their folly, and it is a catch-28, as one often regrets not only in loving a person, but also in not being able or brave enough to actually express it.
It was a silly feeling, really, a feeling Sylvain would never admit to having even if had left him unable to sleep at night. Not the real kind of love, the one every man and woman he ever came across said he had never felt, instead of the courtly love he professed for every slightly striking beauty in the continent.
The redhead has no time for it, he tried to convince himself repeatedly, as life was much too short to care for monogamy, as people were inherently flawed and prone to hurt one another, as no one would ever care for him other than the blood that runs through his veins. However, the painful and suffocating clench he felt in his heart at the sight of his beloved in another man’s arms often gave pause to those thoughts.
He, then, wonders if he should have shed those fatalist convictions aside, if he should have taken a chance on them. He should have said something, anything, but whenever he opened his mouth, nothing good ever escaped. Only jokes, flirts and unfair comparisons.
The young lord swears on the Blue Sea Star that he wanted to become better, to pull himself together. He vowed it on the Goddess Tower, after all, and those promises are not to be forsaken. He thought he had time, he thought she would wait, but it turns out he was wrong.
He never meant for it to go this far, for him to catch feelings for his professor after Moons of shameless flirting. As far as he had noticed, the young woman was quite contented in the relationship they had, with the constant naughty whispers exchanged in public just to make the other feel flustered, to calling each other ‘dear’ just to tease.
Sylvain never knew she wanted more. If he had, he would have provided for whatever she could need. If he had only asked, he would have been hers. He should have asked either way, because anything was better than this, being forced to haunt empty rooms and hallways, hoping to sneak a glance or a moment of her time.
This was a particularly pleasant night, the Great Tree Moon shone full above the monastery, as Byleth walked through the hollowed passages between the academy and her new apartments amongst the faculty.
A soft smile was playing on her lips at the delight she felt after returning to the classroom, after so much tragedy of war. Pedagogy was the first and only thing she really found herself in, and she was glad for the sentiment of normalcy settling over Garreg Mach, as a new batch of students came along from all three corners of Fódlan.
Alas, regardless of her personal feelings about her chosen profession, it was still hard work, and the former mercenary wanted nothing more than a spot of relaxing tea and the close, warm embrace of her soft bed.
She turned into another hallway, a tapping sound echoing in the emptiness with each step she took on her leather boots, when a hand suddenly gripped her forearm, tugging her into an empty classroom. She tried to steady herself, scowling as she heard the door slam behind her. Instinctively, her hand snatched her dagger from her robes, pointing it towards the perpetrator before she could even see them.
To the woman’s great surprise, he who stood in front of her was Sylvain Gautier, a solemn expression on his moonlit face as he watched her. She felt her lips fall into a frown, unimpressed that the person she considered one of her closest friends before he forcefully distanced himself had decided to pull this kind of stunt now.
“I swear to you that if this is some kind of sick joke, Gautier…” She snapped impatiently, crossing her arms over her chest and leaving the threat hanging between them. They both knew who was stronger between them.
“It’s not!” He rushed out, approaching her, only for her to step back again. “I just...”
“I do not have all night, you know.” Her eyes burned into his, annoyance bubbling into her stomach the longer it took for him to say something. “Sylvain, I…”
“Leave him.” He blurted out before she could even utter another word.
Byleth scoffed. “Excuse me?”
“Aegir.” Sylvain amended his statement, becoming clear about whom and what he wanted to converse, his amber eyes looking back at the woman almost pleadingly. “Leave him.”
The professor released a cold laugh, disbelief running through her system at how stupid his request was. She was tired, to say the least, not enough energy running through her system to engage in an argument, so she turned to leave.
His strong, calloused hand grasped her arm again, keeping her in place, only for her to pull it back as if his touch had stung her.
“Please, Byleth.” He uncharacteristically pleaded with her. “I just want to talk to you.”
“There was a time I wanted to talk to you, too, Sylvain. Six Moons ago, to be more precise.” She sneered at him, eyes still glaring. “However, you were so adamant on ignoring my letters and visits, so I decided to let it go. I ought to you the same curtesy.”
“I never wanted any of this to happen!”
“When you say ‘this’, do you mean giving me in the healthy, committed relationship you could never bother to provide?” Her deceivingly soft hands made their way to her slender hips, to punctuate her dissatisfaction. “Let us be completely candid, Sylvain. Should you have not seen me with Ferdinand, should you have not heard of our engagement, you would not have bothered with me and whomever I choose to spend my time with.”
“Certainly not, I…!” He tried to interject.
“I find it so very convenient for you to admit that when I am in a loving relationship, no?” Byleth bit back sarcastically, cutting him off. “Are you unable, in some capacity, to stomach the fact that you cannot have everything you want? You cannot have me and all other womankind, and I would bet you merely want me to return to the position of your lover, if not just so anyone else cannot play what was once yours.”
It was absolutely jarring for them both to witness the usually stoic, soft-spoken Byleth to be so bitterly emotional, but the woman has held onto these frustrations and pains for much too long and it was time to let it out.
“Stop it, Byleth! You very well know it is not like that!” He growled, his features hardening as he tried to hold himself back.
“Then tell me what you want, Sylvain Gautier!” She exclaimed in anger.
“I want you!” He shouts, and then repeats with a softer voice. “I want you. I want to be with you and you alone.”
The professor turned silent once again at his confession, her harsh and judgemental glare softening at the words she would have liked to hear from him many Moons ago. Alas, things are different now. Now, she is in a relationship with Ferdinand von Aegir. Now, all the feelings she had for Sylvain were gone, replaced by anger and betrayal over the fact that he had led her on, only to force himself into her life when he realized she had gotten over him.
“You are so selfish.” Was all she thought to say. “I am tired, Sylvain. I am tired of loss and loneliness and fighting, and I was only more alone whenever I was in your company. You made me feel like I was worth nothing to you, and now you come forcing yourself back into my life as if you are completely blameless in the whole situation? I wasted so much time on you, Sylvain…”
“And I understand I am not worth it.”
“No, you were not.” She breathed out. “But it was freely given. Not anymore, though.”
Their eyes met again, his still pleading ones meeting the exhausted ones of hers. She has been wanting to talk about this for months, approaching him every opportunity she managed to weasel, but he brushed her off, always making excuses about being busy or away, when she would see him flirting and sneaking around with village girls as soon as she turns her head.
“I know you are at your best now. I can tell.” He mumbled after a few minutes, too soft that she almost did not hear. “And… And yes, I know how selfish I am being. I know how selfish it is to say that I hate it. I hate seeing you with him, flirting with him the way you used to do to me. I hate seeing you look at him as if he held the world in his hands. I hate… I hate the fact that you replaced me with him!”
“I did not replace you! Ferdinand is not some kind of substitute to you. He is his own man, and I am perfectly aware of the differences and similarities.” She took a deep breath in, calming herself. “Ferdinand... Unlike you, he has been a blessing on my life. He never made me doubt my relationship with him because he made sure to spend every second of the day assuring me that I am the only one for him, that I am not just some girl he would fuck around with for fun then leave eventually the same way you did.”
She grew self-conscious underneath his studying gaze, but she continued. “He made me realize that love is not supposed to hurt. That love could be both grand gestures and courtly affections and the small, everyday grind of life. I love his sunny disposition, his positive outlook on things, his delicacy and mannerisms. I even love his flaws. I love what he does for me and I love who I am when I love him back.”
“Anything Aegir does, I can do, too, Byleth.” The redhead petulantly pointed out.
“No, Sylvain” The woman sighed as she approached him, placing her hands on his shoulders so she could look him directly in the eye. “Love is not a matter of being able to serve and do things for the other person, it is not about the uncertainty of being servile enough that you feel entitled to it. I hope you will come to realize it when she find the same kind of love that I did.”
She pulled away, turning to leave, when she heard his all-to-familiar nickname for her leave his mouth. “Dear?”
Goddess above, did she hate the fact that her muscle memory had reacted, turning to him immediately at the name she had reserved only for each other over the years. The frown on her face told him she did not appreciate it when he called her that anymore, but he continued anyway.
“Please do not use this name on him.” There was a sad smile on his face, all traces of hopefulness gone. He has given up. “I can stand seeing both of you together, seeing you kiss as if you thought no one was looking, but I do not think I could stand hearing your voice call him the way you used to call me.”
There was silence in the air again, because how does one go about responding to a request such as that?
“I will make sure to keep that in mind until you are ready to let go, Sylvain.” She offered her own smile.
Leaning up, she leaves a lingering kiss on his cheek, his eyes fluttering close knowing it was a bid farewell.
Not waiting for an answer, Byleth left, eyes shutting as guilt filled her stomach the moment when she heard his pained sob echo through the lonely room as she shut the door behind her.
As the morning came, the Gautier heir had left the monastery and returned to his territory to the north. He would be wed before the season went out, hoping to find out what “getting over” love even means.
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arkus-rhapsode · 5 years
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My Thoughts on Edelgard and FE3H’s portrayal of perception vs previous installments
So this is a post I wanted to write after seeing FE3H to the end in all forms (and fair warning it may be a bit rambley). In short, FE3H is one of, if not, the best FE game in my opinion. And something that it delivered in spades was three-dimensional characters. No one is perfect and all have another side to them that greatly adds depth beyond that of previous games.
Now, that said, there has been some discourse regarding the character of Edelgard. I’m writing this under the assumption that those have actually played the game, but  for all those who haven’t played this game SPOILERS.
I’ve wanted to talk about Edelgard for awhile after watching her in each route. And the more I saw of the bigger picture, the more nuanced and poetic her character seemed. However it also tied in with something that I also found needed to be discussed and that is how FE’s perspective of reforming social systems around religion have changed
If you want me to be up front with my personal feelings of Edelgard, she is fantastic. She is one of the most complex characters the series has turned out and truly can make a case for her goals, antagonistic as they may seem. We understand the why to Edelgard more than any other antagonistic force in the series. That she is a person who made decision that brought her to this point. Unlike say, Hardin who had the Dark Orb that just amplified his negative emotions or Validar who believes in predestination, we see the logic behind every step she’s taken. In fact I found myself seeing her as similar to Alexander the Great to an extent.
Now, that said, I do not agree to answer to peace. I firmly reject the concept of unification through conquest. To me that is not true peace, and violated other beliefs and lifestyles to enforce your reform. In all honesty, I embrace Claude’s answer of free thought. The people of Fodlan should have the true history and then make their decision based on that. But, I see where Edelgard comes from in thinking that is the right steps to take.
She wants to drastically reform society and free it from all the horrible things crests have done and what the Church of Seiros has done to further that. And when that ideology encompasses all of Fodlan, war was her answer to solving it.
I found it interesting that this is the direction the story of Three Houses decided to take. As before this was FE Echoes, where the journey of Alm and Celica ultimately involves them liberating the world from the influences of gods. Unfying their land in a shared idea of humans realizing their best.
However, that story is much more easier than FE3H. In Echoes, Duma and Mila took active roles in influencing humanity. Duma’s teaching’s resulted in humans in humans losing a sense of empathy while Mila’s influence led to them inhibiting themselves and the privileged to grow greedier.
So when and Alm and Celica are smashing down those ideologies, it feels less like a battle of belief and the rejection of some greater force’s influence. But Sothis doesn’t take and active role. Seiros/Rhea is not a god (though she does possess immense power) rather they instead create a church around her beliefs that were meant to quell human impulses like that of the Agarthan.
And while the church is guilty of distorting history it is not fully absolute. Things like mercenaries are capable of existing with Jeralt only being reinstated due to previous connections. As well as people like Archenon, who clearly are using their wealth for petty reasons. It is only those who challenge the beliefs of Seiros are seen a swift end. Gerrag Mach highlights this as it has brought together many people from all across Fodlan. Even in an era where the church encompasses the entire continent, people are still capable of, well being people and not spouting theocratic rhetoric that’s been beaten into them. Unlike Rigel, a nation that thanks to Duma seems to lack the basic emotion of empathy. The church is not clean though, as it’s most damning things done by the church is elevating crests as seen as goddess blessings to the point people will do awful things for them or are obsessed with having them for themselves and the alteration of history.
The game of FE3H brings up a lot things like perception. Going back to my comparison of Alm, Echoes from his perspective makes it seem like this growing influence and reform is a good thing. The hero is bringing liberation to Valentia. But now compare that to Alm’s descendant Walhart and how his reform of Valm is portrayed.
We see this from the perspective of those being conquered like Say’ri. and those of Ylisse who are trying to avoid invasion. Walhart is seen as a dangerous force, even though in his great grandfather’s time, it was considered heroic. That is because in Awakening, gods like Naga are more distinctly benevolent. And someone who seeks to rid Ylisse of them, would clearly enter villainous as we know all the good godly influence like Naga and the Exalt has brought.
Why did that change? And what does it have to do with Edelgard? Well perspective matters when dealing with Edelgard. When you side with her, you are helping her make a new world. In a sense it feels like what you did with Alm, that this peace is for the greater good even if we must kill to achieve it.
But if you side against her, (and also somewhat depending on the route) she is seen as a conquering force that is forcibly trying to unify the continent. And unlike Echoes or Awakening, there is no higher power in this one that you can point and say is calling the shots.
This war is one of ideology and the winner gets to claim what is right. It’s not a battle of gods, but people. Those who slither in dark definitely have incited certain events, but at the end each route, Edelgard does not regress and say “I was being manipulated!” No she owns it. Everything she did was because she believed it was right and we understood it. Even if some of her own perception such as who’s more to blame for the experiments she suffered, the Church for altering history and glorifying something awful like crests or those who slither in the dark who’s ancestor’s are responsible for them in the first place.
No matter what route, Edelgard as a narrative force is flawed. Not flawed as poor writing like Garon, but as a person she has flaws. Its easy to see her point while rejecting it.
Its easy to see what crests do with people like Miklan, rejected because he lacks a crest, to Ingrid’s suitor who sees a crest as more important than the person its bound to. Its easy to see this and say there needs to be a factory reset. But then you see people like Sylvain and Lysithea (assuming Byleth didn’t recruit them), who has suffered because of crests and their intents on fixing the injustices are smaller and not nearly turbulent as causing a war.
Its also easy to hear the true history and see how maybe if Edelgard abolishes the crest system would lead to a better tomorrow, but that denial of what Seiros taught could give rise to another Agartha. But one could say that human progress is natural and that we must be able to progress for both the good and bad that comes with it.
So maybe Edelgard’s peace is only temporary and it lasts a few ages before New Adrestia divides into more smaller countries, but so what? That’s the cycle of progress. Oceans rise and empires fall.
But then you turn around and say “but she still wants Byleth by her side, which is basically the reincarnated goddess, to guide her. Isn’t that basically having holier than thou influence except you don’t call it god, you call it professor?” And to that I say look at her best possible ending.
Factoring in the best possible ending for Edelgard and where she wins and then waits for abolishment to happen and for tensions to cool, she also chooses to leave the throne while appointing someone who will carry on her idea of peace for the next age. She is not bent on being a monarch. She doesn’t want to be like Walhart who conquered with the intend of ruling. It shows that even if she wins, she is more deep than just conquest.
As said previously, I reject Edelgard’s answer to reform. Seiros is not perfect, but the cost of Edelgrd’s reform is not worth it. But I understand her. I understand her more than just being an evil ruler who conquers for the sake of godhood or dragons or some shit. Edelgard’s story is human, tragic, and a matter of perspective.
Well hope you enjoyed this long winded rambling fest.
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edie-of-the-empire · 4 years
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To my fellow Edeleth fan, Jordan (@hoiiowknight):
Happy Holidays to you, my friend. However you celebrate, I hope you take the time to enjoy.
I am gifting you this piece in reminder to always strive for that 'something more'. You deserve it, and you should look for it, no matter where you find yourself in life. Doors open and close all the time. It is up to you to choose the correct one. May this be a gift to encourage that you strive for the best opportunities; that you seek out your something more, and to remind you- that you are ALWAYS worth it.
Cheers and well-wishes, -M.
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Something More
M. Lauren
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Silence filtered through the cabin. It was uncomfortable, and Edelgard wondered if Byleth could feel it as well.
She must, El concluded.
It would be untruthful to say that the first leg of their trip was going well.
The two had departed from Garreg Mach, hours prior. Their carriage was packed to capacity. Each of their worldly possessions had been stowed away, and they were headed off to their new life in Enbarr.
Our new life as… Edelgard sighed. Her lips pursed in contemplation. What are we?
Her mind was in turmoil as the carriage bumped and rattled down the dirt roads. Not even the scent of warm countryside had managed to soothe El.
She was ruminating.
-no. I am dwelling! She managed a silent grumble, and her mind continued to spiral.
During their last conversation, Byleth had agreed to come to Enbarr. She had given Edelgard her mother’s ring, and it shown brilliant upon the chain around the emperor’s neck. However, El was puzzled. Byleth had gifted her this metaphorical token, but-
What does it signify? Edelgard emitted another silent moan.
She had confessed her feelings to her most trusted friend. Edelgard had ranted and stumbled through her words as she pulled from the shock of receiving such a gift.
Byleth, though; she had been as stoic and calm as ever. She handed over that ring as if it was as easy as inviting her student to afternoon tea.
But this isn’t tea! She felt the words trying at her lips. This is our future; a relationship! ...or at least, I believed it was…
Edelgard pushed back into the bench. Her shoulders were tightly strained. Her teeth were grit and her eyes briefly closed as the world passed by around them.
This was not how she imagined the next chapter of her life would lead.
Looking across the cabin, Edelgard’s frustrations only continued to grow. Byleth appeared peaceful. Her eyes directed toward the road, reflecting the sun's light in her deep blue iris’. She pondered the view outside her window; the passing trees and white clouds. Her expression was void of any sort of emotion, and evidently void of any of the same stress in which Edelgard was feeling herself.
“Is something troubling you?” Byleth’s concern indicated El had been caught staring.
It was also then, for which Edelgard realized her hands had balled into white-knuckled fists against her lap.
“I am fine.” She released them. “I have told you before about my dislike for cramped spaces.”
Her tone spilled a little drier than intended. Nonetheless, Byleth ignored it. She nodded in understanding as she rotated in her seat.
“We could walk a while, if you believe that might help? Perhaps the fresh air will ease your nerves.”
Despite the kind gesture, Edelgard’s irritation flared.
She shook her head, seemingly jaded. “We have experienced a long few months. You need your rest.”
However, Byleth was not listening. She reached around Edelgard to knock against the frame, causing the iron wall to rattle between them and the outside post.
The carriage came to a swift halt. Byleth sheathed her blade. She lifted herself to stand, and Edelgard eyed her suspiciously.
“Now it is no longer a discussion.” Byleth caught her hand. “We are walking.”
Edelgard was pulled quickly to her feet. Byleth waited until she was stable on her heels before releasing her to open the door.
“Go on a ways.” Byleth explained to the driver.
She assisted Edelgard down from the cabin, and returned to face the man.
“We will meet you at the base of Morgaine. The emperor would like to stretch her legs before dark.”
Byleth had lied for her, and that notion was oddly comforting. She never allowed Edelgard to appear weak in the eyes of men; despite what bits about her past Byleth knew, and could use to do so.
The driver arched his brow. “If you are certain, madam. I will leave the guards for aide.”
“That won’t be necessary.” Edelgard stepped in at Byleth’s side. “I am quite confident in our ability to defend ourselves.”
She had fashioned her own sword now, causing Byleth to smile. She shook the smirk from her lips before waving forward their men.
The two waited, watching the carriage and horses continue on. They disappeared as the trail turned, and Edelgard sighed in sudden relief.
“I suppose you were correct.” She turned to Byleth. “The fresh air has me feeling better already.”
“I am glad.” Byleth sent El a short nod, and then silently took the lead.
Long minutes passed as they walked. In no time at all, their uncomfortable silence had filtered back in. Though irritated, El much preferred dealing with her confusion outside of the confined carriage. The weight of Byleth’s indecisiveness was not nearly as heavy amongst the vast roads and forest. Here, she had the space to locate the humor amidst their predicament. Here, Edelgard realized, that while the admission of her feelings had changed her for the better; they had yet to weaken her Ashen Demon.
With Byleth at the front, Edelgard felt they were headed to battle.
Once a mercenary, always a mercenary. She stifled a laugh.
Byleth’s strides were long and certain. With her hand curled around the handle of her blade and her head held high, Byleth appeared ready to take down any enemy in hiding.
“Is our fort under siege,” Edelgard teased. “-or are we out for a leisurely stroll?”
Byleth fumbled in her steps. Edelgard’s eyes directed coyly down to the hand on her sword.
Byleth’s grip loosened in response. “Old habits.” She shrugged. “I apologize.”
“You don’t have to explain.” A small grin turned against her cheeks. “I understand. However, we are taking a break from the carriage, not hurrying to get back to it. Might I suggest we slow down a pace?”
Byleth’s lips drew to the side. “Why don’t you take the lead then, El?”
“Or, perhaps we walk together?”
As quickly as the words slipped passed her tongue, a steady blush surfaced along Edelgard’s chest. Her heart began to race. Her eyes widened, and yet, Byleth paid little mind. She heeded El’s request by taking a station at her side.
Their walk resumed. Hip to hip, their pace slowed as the trail wound on. While it did, the air continued to warm. Summer was nearing. The heat of the sun and the scent of honeysuckle told tale of that much. Paired with the aroma of drying wood, the atmosphere around them began to soften.
“This reminds me of my time as a mercenary.”
Edelgard’s head snapped toward her; surprised, more than anything else, to have heard Byleth speaking up.
“Oh, and why is that?” She hummed.
Byleth shoulders drew into a shrug. “Open road, sword on my hip…” Her eyes turned to her feet.
Edelgard could not help but giggle. “You know, when I suggested we slow down and enjoy the walk, I had meant taking the time to think about something peaceful. Here you are reminiscing over raids and sword play.”
“I was thinking about my father, too.” Byleth's words were clipped.
“I see,” Edelgard’s gaze joined against the trail. “And what about him were you thinking?”
Silence filled the gap between them. Edelgard heard Byleth stiffen. Her lavender eyes rose to find the ex-merc appearing uncharacteristically tense.
“Are you alright?” She asked. Her hand came to rest at Byleth’s shoulder.
“I am.” She nodded. “Though, my chest feels strange. I have these memories, and now suddenly they come paired with these new and heavy emotions. I must get familiar with them, is all.”
“And you will.” Edelgard promised. Her fingers squeezed against Byleth’s coat. “Emotions are but a facet in the human experience; only you have had the unfortunate luck of playing host to a non-mortal deity for most of your life. You had a late start, but you will learn. I am confident in that.”
Byleth bit down on her lip. “I suppose that is true.”
Her eyes returned to the trees, but Edelgard refused to leave well enough alone.
“We can learn together, then.” She encouraged. “Why don’t you tell me about your father? What about these woods reminds you of him?”
A small sound, like a huff, pulled passed Byleth’s lips. “I am not certain it is the woods as much as it is, being here with you.”
“With me?” Her eyes widened.
“-with you on this open road.” She explained. “While my father and I traveled, we would walk and talk, much like we are now.”
Byleth's head turned to find Edelgard’s hand. It remained warm and flexed against her shoulder.
Embarrassed, Edelgard swiftly pulled away. “What would you discuss while you traveled; you and your father, I mean?” She stammered through her words. Her hand burned where it caught against her chest.
“Tactics, primarily. And on occasion, we would discuss the upcoming raid.”
“I see,” Edelgard smiled softly. “It appears both our childhoods lacked any recreational or seemingly personal, conversations.”
Her head tilt toward El. “You and I have personal conversations.”
“We do.” Edelgard nodded. “However, I suppose you are the first I have allowed myself to do this with in a very long time.”
“That makes me feel important.”
“You are important.” The words left her throat in a single breath, and Edelgard quickly turned away.
Her face was aflame. Her worries from earlier came flooding back in.
“While we are on the subject of personal; might I ask you something, Byleth?”
She turned silent, and Byleth waited until El’s eyes returned to her before she spoke.
“Of course you may.” Her shoulders clenched.
Edelgard’s jaw wavered in a swarm of thoughts. “I was- I mean, I am wondering why you have gifted me your mother’s ring?”
Byleth’s eyes grew wide. Her feet slowed.
“I had made some irrational assumptions the other day, and I wanted to clarify what this meant to you?” She fingered the chain against her neck, and Byleth’s gaze followed.
“I suppose I thought it obvious.” Her head craned. “You had asked for me to stay with you, but that was already in my plans.”
“Yes, that much I understand.” Edelgard forcefully pressed on. “But, how do you wish to continue from here? Do you wish us friends, or allies, or-”
“What?” Byleth’s face scrunched.
Stopping short, Edelgard’s feet slid amongst the dirt. Her hands balled into fists and she tighten them against her skirt.
“You gave me your mother’s ring; her engagement ring. You said to me that you would always be here for me. When I spoke of my feelings for you, and of the life we would spend together, nothing changed between us. You have said nothing, nor done anything, to make me believe you knew what I was alluding to. We remain but emperor and aide. We are friends, as always; friends without the burden of war, but what I had wanted, what I was hoping for, was for something much more than this.
“What I want for us, it is greater than friendship. It is love and togetherness. I want the life I would have never allowed myself to want before I knew I was free to do so. And I have wanted that with you, Byleth! I want you to be my wife. You have always been my partner, my friend, and my ally; but now, more than that, I would like for you to want those ‘somethings more’ as well.”
Fingers threaded under Edelgard’s jaw. Her face was tugged forward. Byleth’s actions were brash and her hands were strong, but when her lips met El’s they were soft and tender.
“Byleth?” Edelgard breathed. Her wide eyes glazed in a mix of excitement and confusion.
She drew back a hair. Her lips still suspended over Byleth’s. They had touched, she thought, but not for long enough to remember.
Byleth’s hands lost their grip, and she began to pull away. However, Edelgard was suddenly there, her hands holding Byleth's in place. She looked afraid; as worried as Byleth. Both were afraid they might frighten the other off.
“Something more.” Byleth whispered.
Her words shook Edelgard still, and Byleth forced a careful step back. She watched El raise her fingers to her lips. She touched them, wondering when they had lost the ability to speak. In spite of that, seeing Byleth uncharacteristically flustered caused her confidence to soar. Edelgard’s hands suddenly flattened to Byleth’s chest, and she drew herself high onto her toes.
“Something more,” She agreed with a grin. Edelgard brushed against Byleth’s lips once more. "Yes, this; this is what I meant. We both deserve this something more."
Her words fell away. Edelgard's breathing hitched, and she accepted another kiss as Byleth willingly lowered toward her.
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-M.
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msbluebell · 5 years
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Captured!AU but instead of the escape being a success it was a fail that caused rumors to begin, spread, and make their way to the lion crew.
Ohhhhhhh, this one is interesting because this means that EVERYTHING is a mess and I love myself a good mess.
So, of course, this means that Byleth’s escape attempt failed. That’s stated pretty clearly in the prompt, but the important part is HOW, they failed. I’ve mentioned before that the tower is heavy guarded and has a lot of dead ends and twists and turns, that was so it would be easy for Byelth to fail at their escape, because just stealing a uniform doesn’t mean much if you don’t map your way out of that place.
Byleth wasn’t able to find their way out quickly at all. They didn’t expect so many dead ends and mazes. They timed everything completely wrong, and now they don’t know how long it will take before the fact they’re missing is noticed. 
It doesn’t take long at all.
Byleth doesn’t even make it out of the city before the alarms are rung. The gates are sealed shut before they can make it, and the whole of Enbarr is flooded with guards. Byleth tries to change and hide, but mint green hair isn’t exactly conspicuous, and there must be a whole army marching the streets. They’re flooding shops, and storming houses, asking people to lower hoods and remove hats. It only takes them an hour to find Byleth.
Byleth doesn’t go silently. They can’t. They just can’t go back to that awful room, no matter what. So they fight. They’re slashing their stolen sword (and how much priority has Edelgard given them if the sword was pure silver?), holding back the crowd, screaming. They won’t let the guards take them. They won’t.
Then the Emperor herself comes, axe in hand, a shaking Bernie at her side and commands them to stop and come back quietly, or she’ll MAKE them come. All the former Black Eagles are surrounding them and there are guards everywhere, and civilians being kept back by EVEN MORE guards further back. Byleth  doesn’t stand a chance, they know it, there’s no scenario where they win.
They decide they rather go down righting than go back to that room.
So it’s a fight, and Byleth doesn’t care whether they die or not, and if they’re going to die they may as well take down the Emperor with them, so they move to attack. But there are just too many guards, and their former students are flooding them, and Byleth is just one person, with a silver sword. They use Divine Pulse until their vision is blackening and they’re short of breath, but it’s still not enough.
They’re dragged back to the tower kicking and screaming (I should really name that tower, in hindsight. What do you think the people of Enbarr would call it? I’m thinking the Lover’s Tower). They’re being literally dragged back, cuffed and chained until their arms can barely move, and the kicking and screaming is quite literal. It’s a scene, a big scene, and multiple guards have to heft them up to get them moving, and the Emperor herself is right behind them, eyes on the prisoner, with her inner court following. 
The crowd can’t take their eyes off it. They’re whispering, and rumors are already starting up as they try to figure out what the heck is going on. Broken knowledge is put together, until people realize that, hey, isn’t that the divine professor from Garreg Mach. Edelgard has them? Oh, well, that was supposedly her favorite professor. I heard they saved her life once. Is that what she was keeping in the tower? I suppose we finally know what that “greatest treasure” is (because there was a rumor that her greatest treasure was in that tower). Gossip has spread out of the capital within the hour. It’ll spread throughout of of Fodlan within days.
Meanwhile Byleth is rather forcefully taken back to their room and thrown inside, an angry Edelgard right on the guard’s heels. She commands everyone leave them be, and they do because she’s angry. So angry. You can tell by the clench in her jaw and the steel in her eyes. Her tone is sharp, sharper than normal, and she stands with even more rigidness than normal.
When they’re alone she demands to know if Byleth is happy with themselves. Did they think that would really work? Was it worth hurting Bernadetta? Byleth glares at Edelgard and refuses to answer before turning their face away.
Edelgard is ungodly amounts of frustrated, and angry, and exhausted. Those moments when she realized Byleth had gotten out had filled her with such fear and terror and helplessness that she was put through the emotional ringer. It’s been a long time since she’s felt so little control, and she doesn’t appreciate it at all.
She marches right up to Byleth, grabs their jaw in her hand, and MAKES them look at her.
It’s been years since she’s gotten to observe Byleth so closely. It’s been a long, long, time since she’s so those eyes so close. She thinks she preferred them darker, but the green had their appeal. And surprise looks good on them. She likes that look. It’s satisfying to gain the upper hand after what Byleth pulled today. Those eyes fall back into a glare immediately, though.
Edelgard those really think about it when she kisses Byleth. All she knows for a moment is that they were almost gone, but now they’re not. They’re safe, here, where she can protect them through this war.
Byleth doesn’t appreciate the kiss. They pull away as best they can, not kissing back. Edelgard doesn’t fight them, though the rejection hurts. Still, she can taste their lips on hers now. 
She stands up, towering over them, telling them they need to apologize to Bernadetta and think about what they’ve done. Oh, and all her visits will have a team of guards from now on, and Edelgard will visit as often as she can to personally check on them. She hopes they’re satisfied.
She leaves an angry Byleth behind, still chained until the guards can be let in to unlatch them.
Meanwhile, miles away Gustav is looking for Dimitri when rumor of the Divine Professor reaches his ears.
Not much further away from him Rodrigue’s scouts catch wind of an interesting story.
Claude’s spies within the city are pinning letters and trying them to ravens, sending them under the cover of night. By the morning he’ll hear the most interesting news.
Mercedes is in the chapel when twittering nuns give her the most interesting news. Leonie is in a bar, and people do talk a lot in bars. 
And at the center of it all, Dimitri is making his way to an abandoned monastery. 
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Quality father and son time (FE: Three Houses Short Fic)
Jeralt goes to check in on his son to make sure his new job as a professor is going well.
A father couldn’t be more proud.
After greeting at least a dozen kids on his way to the Professor’s Quarters, Jeralt shook his head once he checked to see he was alone.
“Jeez, just how many brats is Byleth teaching now…?”
After a short walk, he saw Byleth sitting on the dock, blankly staring while the rod didn’t move an inch.
“Hey kid, I see you’re enjoying your day off.”
Byleth turned his head, and did something that stopped Jeralt in his tracks.
He smiled.
“Hey, dad.”
Jeralt smiled back and sat down with his son, both looking out onto the pond.
“So, I see the school’s been making an impact on you.”
Byleth raised an eyebrow, but didn’t turn to face him this time.
“Oh yeah?”
“Well first of all, you smiled! I don’t think I’ve seen you do that!”
Byleth then furrowed his brow and sighed.
“First Edelgard talks about that, then Dimitri, Claude, now you too, dad? Am I just a statue to everyone?!”
Jeralt let out a laugh that shook the dock, and lightly pushed Byleth.
“Come on, we all know you basically are one!…Well, I should be saying used to be one. There’s another thing, you’re getting pouty on me! Haha!”
“Tch, whatever.”
Even though Byleth sounded angry, Jeralt could tell he had a smile creeping on the ends of his mouth.
“So, how are those brats anyway?”
“Well…”
Jeralt listened to Byleth explain the children of the Black Eagles class in full detail, so much so it shocked Jeralt how attentive he was to them.
Edelgard and Hubert were the perfect students, but made sure not to give them too much praise.
Bernadetta wasn’t allowed to skip classes by staying in her room when she was having a bad day, but he made sure to put her where she felt most comfortable, which was the back of the room.
Caspar wanted to become a warrior and refused to study anything else at first, but now he constantly studies up on several other fields such as magic to better counter them, effectively making him smarter, and a better warrior at the same time.
Petra he personally tutored on how to better speak their language whenever there was time in the day left.
Ferdinand was busy being taught some humility after Byleth had saved his life trying to outdo Edelgard by fighting several beasts, and was being monitored to make sure he wouldn’t put his life or any others in danger due to his ‘rivalry’.
Dorothea at times felt insecure, so she normally went to Byleth and they’d have a pleasant conversation over tea, helping her forget her troubles and build her confidence back up for that moment.
Linhardt was pushing him to his wit’s end, constantly failing exams and his lack of caring, making sure to reprimand him yet praising him on his fine works he did, albeit that was a rare moment.
While Byleth was explaining everything, Jeralt noticed several times when he was talking where he would frown, laugh, smile, grit his teeth, and go back to his signature blank face. It made him smile and he let his son continue.
“And that’s about the gist of it.”
“You really care for those brats, huh?”
Jeralt noticed Byleth tighten his grip when he said the word ‘brats’.
“Of course I do. They’re my students.” Byleth turned to Jeralt with a face resembling a scowl.
“Hey, if I recall correctly, you were the one complaining to me that Rhea chose you for this job!”
“Well…”
He had trouble finishing that sentence, but Jeralt finished it by laughing heartily again.
“Relax, I’m pulling your leg. You feel protective of them, despite their flaws. Just like our old team. They’re all idiots sure, but they’re men I’m proud to serve with. Glad to see you picked up something from your old man!”
Byleth smiled and looked back at the pond while Jeralt continued talking.
“And going back to that whole ‘statue’ thing. You noticed you got defensive when I called em brats? And how you called them my students? I think that goes to show how much of a difference they made on you. At first I was on board with you, thinking that you were an odd choice for a Professor but…I’m glad you came here. Got to see a whole new part of my son that I didn’t know he had.”
“…Me too.”
Byleth had a peaceful smile, which suddenly shifted to surprise when he finally had something on the rod. He began reeling with utmost speed, panic slowly taking in as the fish he was trying to catch was apparently a large one.
Jeralt smiled as he got up, looking at his son with a single tear forming in one of his eyes.
…If only your mother could see you now, Byleth. Our baby who didn’t cry, showing so much emotion.
“Ah, damn it! It got away.”
“Hah, you suck at this!”
“Really old man? Wanna give it a try?”
Jeralt rolled his eyes, and patted Byleth’s shoulder.
“When I got the time sure, I should be heading back to my room for this month’s mission. Catch ya later, kid.”
“See ya, dad.”
Both of them smiled and went back to what they were doing.
As Byleth went back to fishing, Jeralt walked and noticed the entirety of the Black Eagles class was nearby.
“…Were you all listening in on that?”
“EEEEK! S-Sir Jeralt!”
The small purple haired girl shrieked, which made the blonde haired girl slightly facepalm. Jeralt smiled and continued.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
The blonde haired girl stepped out and bowed, a gesture of apology.
“Sorry, we did not mean to intrude on you and your son. We were intrigued when you came to see our professor so we-”
“Bah, forget it. I don’t mind. More importantly, no need for all that fancy stuff. I’m just an old man checking in on his kids. On that note-”
Jeralt reached into his pocket and threw Edelgard a small pouch of coins.
“Treat your teacher to something nice. That’s good enough for a dinner out in town for all of you tonight!”
Before anyone could protest, he began walking away, waving his hand behind him.
As he walked off, he could hear Byleth and the class talking.
(Byleth) “Huh? Why are you all here, did something happen?”
(Edelgard) “No professor, I was wondering if you’d like to join us for dinner tonight.”
(Dorothea) “Oooh, Edie! Going straight for the kill!”
(Hubert) “Very amusing, Doroth-”
(Petra) “E-EDELGARD INTENDS TO KILL OUR PROFESSOR?!”
(Caspar) “No no, it’s a figure of speech-”
(Knight) “WHO’S DOING WHAT NOW?!”
(Knight 2) “HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!”
(Bernadetta) “AAAAH! NO NO, IT’S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!”
(Linhardt) “I knew I should’ve just stayed under my tree…”
(Ferdinand) “S-Sorry, our friend didn’t mean anything like that, she’s an exchange student and-”
(Byleth) “H-Hang on I’ll handle this!”
What sounded like pure chaos began to erupt behind Jeralt, but he didn’t look back. He was quite happy that his son had found his own group of idiots to call family.
Jeralt was happy to see his son smile.
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nicolewrites · 4 years
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of new intentions - v
It’s his birthday. He can have a little soft, as a treat. 
Day 5: Birthday / Reunion
Rating: G+ Genre: Romance, Friendship Characters: [Sylvain Jose Gautier & Ingrid Brandl Galatea] Words: 1,194
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v. birthday
The march on Enbarr is in six days.
Everyone is nervous and on edge and there have been so many strategy meetings in the last several days that Sylvain’s head feels like it’s constantly spinning. It’s not that Byleth isn’t a brilliant strategist, because she is, but rather that he feels a bit overwhelmed at the idea that all of this could be over soon.
They’ll kill Edelgard and take the Imperial capital or she’ll kill them and the united Kingdom-Alliance rule will be short-lived.
Sylvain stays up entirely too late one night reading his latest post from back home. His father’s letter is, thankfully, entirely war-related. It’s an update on the unification of the eastern Kingdom lords and the modified troop numbers from Gautier, Fraldarius, and Charon. At the bottom of the letter is the only personal detail. It tells him to write back to his mother.
His mother’s letter, on the other hand, is all personal. She, of course, updates him on the four noble ladies that have been corresponding with his father for when the war ends. She asks after her ring, the one still tucked away in Sylvain’s pocket, and asks if he has given it to the girl he said he would yet.
Worst of all, she brings up the anniversary that this month marks. It’s been five years since Miklan stole the Lance of Ruin from Gautier territory after being disowned. It’s been five years since Rhea ordered the Blue Lions to retrieve the Relic that is leaning against the wall by his door.
Today, of course, is the worst day of the month because today is Miklan’s birthday.
Sylvain stares at blank parchment and tries to think of something to write back to his mother. He doesn’t want to ask about the other women and their fathers that he knows his father has been in talks with. He doesn’t want to talk about the Lance of Ruin and the Crest he bears that makes it his birthright.
He doesn’t want to talk about the brother who spent most of his youth trying to murder him.
He’s still staring blankly at the sheet of parchment when there’s a knock on his doorframe. He turns his head and is surprised to see Ingrid standing in his doorway. Her hair is loose around her face and she’s wearing casual, comfortable riding clothes. She’s holding a tea tray and smiling lightly at him.
“Can I come in?”
Sylvain shoots to his feet and sweeps a hand into his room. “Yeah, of course.”
She sets the tea tray down on his desk next to the letter and fiddles with the tea, adding the leaves to the water so that it will brew for the right amount of time. By the rich, floral smell of the tea, it’s probably Bergamot, his favourite.
“You could have brought Chamomile,” he says, stepping next to her and watching her slim fingers fiddle with one of the teacups.
She shrugs. “You like Bergamot better.”
“You prefer Chamomile and it is already super late. The decaffeinated tea probably would have been a good call.”
Ingrid yawns and quickly covers her mouth. “I don’t need another reason to fall asleep. Besides, Mercedes made lavender tea cakes today which are divine with Bergamot.” She points out the slightly purple-tinted cakes on the tray next to the teapot.
Sylvain chuckles lightly. “Alright, fair enough. But, if we both sleep through the council meeting tomorrow morning because we stayed up too late, it’s on you.”
Ingrid laughs and checks the tea: it’s almost done, but not quite. Her gaze skims over his room, noting the clothes practically spilling out of his trunk and the weapon resting by his door. She doesn’t comment on it and it’s because he knows that she keeps Lúin in a similar place in her own room.
Then her gaze lands on his unwritten letter. She notes the address on it and turns to glance at him. “Writing home?”
He sighs and steps around her to sweep the blank letter into a drawer on his desk. “Trying to avoid it.”
When he looks back at her, Ingrid bites her lip and he knows she’s connected some of the dots herself. “Your father is after you about it too?”
Sylvain rubs at his temple. “He’s much more gung-ho about it than my mother, for sure. My mom just wants to talk about other things.” He’s aware of the bitterness that creeps into his tone, but he doesn’t have the energy this late at night to try and hide it.
Realization flickers on Ingrid’s face and she takes his hand, squeezing it lightly. “Verdant Rain Moon.”
Sylvain presses his lips together and gently pulls his hand away. He reaches around her for the now-steeped tea and pours two small cups. He picks up one and holds it out to Ingrid until she takes it and then he takes the other cup for himself. He leaves her the desk chair and goes to sit on his bed. To his surprise, she follows him and sits next to him.
“How are you feeling?” she asks quietly.
Sylvain considers the emotions swirling in his chest. “Frustrated?” he mumbled, picking one at random. “It’s like she still can’t see that I don’t want to think about him. That I would be happy to go the rest of my life without thinking about him.”
Ingrid’s hand touches his wrist gently. “She doesn’t know everything that happened, does she? Didn’t your father keep most of it from her?”
“Yeah,” he mutters, staring down into his tea.
“Then you can’t blame her,” Ingrid points out. “But,” she continues, “you don’t have to talk about him. Talk about Felix or Dimitri or what the sunset looked like over the monastery on patrol yesterday.”
He looks at her. She’s smiling at him and he wants to kiss her. He wants to drop his teacup–hot tea be damned–and pull her against him and never let her go. He hasn’t earned that right yet. He never sent a letter to her father and the ring’s in his pocket and they’re so close to the end of this war.
“I could talk about you,” he says instead.
Ingrid’s eyes widen and she blinks. “Um, yeah, I guess you could.” She stumbles over the words a little bit and Sylvain feels the tiniest bit smug that he made her stumble.
He turns the palm of the hand not holding his teacup up on his leg and his fingers extend. Ingrid’s hand falls into his without a second thought and he squeezes her hand. Their hands are both rough with callouses from riding and flying and wielding tools of war, but her fingers are slender and her skin is soft too.
I love you bubbles up in his chest, but he presses it back. “Thanks, Ing,” he says instead.
She smiles at him and gently retracts her hand so that she can take a sip of her tea. Sylvain copies her and they smile at each other over floral decorated china.
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They both sleep through the council meeting the next morning.
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sothisblessmysoul · 4 years
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༓ʚ My Bestie ɞ༓
Summary: You would think being childhood friends would give you an advantage in feelings, but that’s not the case usually. 
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༓Ashe Ubert   You both grew up on the street and were always there for each other, and his siblings slowly became viewed as your own. The night that Ashe got caught by Lord Lontato, you had been watching the kids. Happiness has overtaken you, knowing that they’ll be safe and warm. But that didn’t mean you had any family of your own and before any slight bitterness could enter the heart, Ashe had helped you get a job at Lord Lontato. As years came and went, as one another grew into youthful adults, feelings came into play. It’s unsure when the feelings of friendship turned into a longing for romance for him yet it was unknown how Ashe felt in return. Or at least until he kissed you under the stars in the goddess tower.
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༓Dorothea Arnault You were the child of an actor in the opera company and that’s how you met Dorothea. As the two of you grew, it was discovered that she had a talent for singing while you were good at making lyrics. Her singing was always memorizing to hear, typically leaving you flustered. It’s embarrassing to admit that it took a long time for any acknowledgment of romantic feelings towards Dorothea to be noticed and it took a bit longer to tell if she returned the feeling. It was difficult to forget the night she kissed you. Dorothea was being harassed and her savior was you. The reward for being a hero had been a kiss from her.
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༓Petra Macneary As childhood friends, you guys did everything together by learning to hunt and sharing laughter, and secrets. There was one secret that you never told though. You were in love with her. As a kid, you were smart, quickly catching on to the emotion. Yet nothing prepared for the panic that overtook you after getting a letter that talked about a new Professor named Byleth, each word of praise. So a plan was made to surprise Petra with a visit. As you showed up, it took a short search for the Brigid princess, and the sight of her sent your heart into a fluttering mess. Forgetting that she possessed a lot of strength, it was a shock of surprise when Petra picked you up and did a small spin. After placing you back on the ground though not releasing you from her arms. She questioned why the visit, pushing down nerves, and the truth rushed out in a mumble of nonsense. Petra gave you another shock of surprise by the feelings of her lips on yours. 
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༓Leonie Pinelli   Most people tend to be surprised by learning that as kids, neither of you could stand the other, unspoken rivals. Whatever Leonie would do, you had to one-up her and vice versa, and it exhausted everyone. The relationship changed after a man called Jeralt inspired Leonie to become a mercenary and protect you from a village bully. It was awkward to admit that your rival became a crush, and maybe it showed because she treated you differently as well. You’ll die before telling her it was you that gathered enough money from everyone to enter her into the Officers Academy. The two of you sent letters to one another but it hadn’t been a while since both of you last saw the other. It wasn’t until war broke out that she showed up at your door, breathless as if she had run to you once it started.
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༓Cyril  Cyril was an odd person, even as a child because despite being childhood friends, he didn’t treat you like one. Perhaps he was cold by nature or his focus on serving Lady Rhea was more intense than anyone thought. It never lessened the jealousy though. People said Cyril didn’t know how to handle people, it’s not personal and it was a hope that cling tightly to your heart. By the time the two grew into adults, Cyril started to notice you right when the hope started to fade away. He’ll have to do some work to catch up but no one has ever said that the dragon-rider didn’t give his all.
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