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okok so, i hope i’m doing this correctly and if i’m not then you are more than welcome to ignore, but i couldn’t help but notice you listed fe3h 👀 if possible, can i ask for a dimitri oneshot? (or drabble, idk know the difference between them :/)

i’m assuming you need a general idea of the plot so how about the reader joins the blue lions since they got a bit of a major crush on mercedes, but dimitri gets the wrong idea and thinks they’re actually into him so he gets hella upset when he finds out who they really like. that’s all i can really think of for this, it’s been awhile since i’ve played the game so i forgot some details and don’t wanna conflict with the story somehow so if you need more deets i can try and think up some more!

i’m fine with whatever you choose to do tho, i rlly like your writings so far and wanna see more in the future!! ^-^ /gen (iactuallymayhavereadyourraspberrycookiehcsmorethanonceagsjdhks—)

and i died in your arms tonight - dimitri alexandre blaiddyd x reader

A/N: anon ily /p TYSM FOR REQUESTING FE3H I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS PROMPT I HOPE I DID IT JUSTICE,,, andbsksm im so happy to hear that, i'm glad to hear that you liked them,,, i hope you like this too!!

tags/CW'S/TW'S: unrequited crushes, you should probably see a summary of the Blue Lions route first before reading if you've never played fe3h, violence, murder, going unhinged, dimitri,,,, my poor boy,,,,, reader uses they/them pronouns and so does byleth too in here, wanting to commit violence to someone very badly, angst all around, fluff is mainly in the early parts, name calling/insults (boar, monster), self-depreciation

word count: 4.3k ish (wow... so many words...)

please tell me if i left anything out or the like for the tags/CW'S/TW'S!!

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Dimitri notices you one day.

He's never really thought of you as anything more than a bystander- someone who he greets with a practiced smile on his face and nods at when passing by in between classes. Someone who is simply just there, in the Black Eagle house, with Edelgard as their house leader, who wears their emblem and has never quite bothered to actively make friends with the rest of the houses. He's sweaty when he finally interlocks eyes with you, hair matted with dust and sticking to his forehead.

The rest of his house walks behind him, groaning and sighing and basking in the content of their hard-fought victory. He wonders if there's anything that his house did not like better than the taste of victory- and wonders if that's one of the things that manages to draw everyone together. You're staring at the group, at him, eyes drifting toward Mercedes, for some reason, before going back to home, whispering to Dorothea near you. His teacher- Byleth, mercenary turned Professor extraordinaire- had already settled into their room when they had returned. They had scampered off, blue hair smacking against the back of their neck.

He takes another look at you. You stare back, as Dorothea giggles beside you and nudges you toward him. You grin, lopsided. There's a strange feeling that whispers inside him, that tells him, it's nice to be seen, right? Something else- his ghosts, his own damn self- instantly berates him, surrounding him like hounds hungry for blood.

Remember what you're here for.

And he understands, he will never, never forget the blood spilled on that day- but it's nice. Nice to be stared at with such a soft gaze, unlike Sylvain's or Ingrid's, always worrying, always too worried about someone like him, and unlike Felix's gaze. Felix, who has his eyes narrowed, mouth curved downwards in disgust, gaze sharp and unyielding, saying that he is a boar, and to "stop pestering me, boar." So he decides, with a sigh filled with soft air, that he likes your gaze on him. It's soft. It feels full of something he can't put a pin on. He wonders if Mercedes felt it too- your soft gaze on her. He had simply been spared a few seconds of it, the full brunt of it on the beloved healer of the Blue Lion house, but it was long enough. Long enough to decide he likes it, that is.

Besides, he tells himself, ignoring the ever so familiar hint of guilt that likes to well up inside him, it's nice. Nice, he tells himself, over and over as he puts up his silver lance and walks with Ashe to their dorms.

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You join their house the next week, their Professor simply saying your name in that monotone voice of theirs. Dimitri watches his classmates go from muted interest to smiles all around, letting out cheers and declarations of how happy they are to have you. Dimitri hasn't seen his Professor smile since the Battle of the Eagle and the Lion, but he swears that he sees their lip curve upwards just a tiny bit, face free from any smiles that might even show. He grins too, lightly punching Dedue near him on his shoulder, mouth moving on its own. Dedue curves his own lips upwards, punching him back. His smile feels real for once, not in the way that everything in his body is begging to let go of noble propriety. It feels nice. Feels nice to actually grin. You're nervous, he gathers, as he watches Mercedes and you share words, whispering. The Professor says some sort of speech, simply saying to treat you with respect. And then the Professor, in their usual Professor style, walks out of the room, taking a Felix who is almost begging (or what is akin to begging for Felix) for a sparring match, an Ashe who is absolutely eager to share his findings of a new book, and then the rest of the class with them. Dedue is still near him, like the ever loyal retainer he is, while you and Mercedes stick behind, caught up in conversation.

You're sweating, clutching your uniform like it's your death-day, for some reason. Even for his standards, used to the frigid ice-scape that is Fareghus, the heat isn't so bad today. It feels nice. Mercedes, perhaps oblivious to your sweating and nervousness, is smiling at you, telling you that she'd be absolutely "-delighted if you could join me and Annie to make snacks together." You let out a rather warbly "I'd love that," cheeks turning the softest shades of reds. You look around suddenly, before your soft gaze settles on him. And then your face turns a bit more flushed, as you immediately look away from him, head tilted up high. Something inside of him preens at that reaction- he isn't sure what.

Mercedes smiles at you, turning away to the open classroom door, her footsteps light and quiet despite the cobblestone underneath her shoes.

"Ah, I'd also enjoy it if we could become better friends, as well!" Is the last thing she says before heading out, the healer's hair softly swaying in the breeze. You let out a choked sound, akin to a dying animal, as you nod furiously and say yes. He's almost positive you're going to collapse now. You let out a sigh, and yes, he thinks, he was right, as you fall to your knees as you steady yourself. He walks up from his desk, chair making almost a screech sound against the floor, and leaves Dedue, staring. Dimitri kneels down near you, head tilted and his smile a tiny bit real. It's forced, he thinks, as he pats your shoulder.

"Are you alright?" He asks, eyes narrowing at your form.

You peek up, eyes staring back. Your face turns red again, as you scramble up.

You let out a hurried 'your Highness,' bowing. "Forgive-" you stutter the first word out, looking anywhere but him.

"Forgive me," is what you say, finishing the sentence. You add on a quick Your Highness, mumbling.

He narrows his eyes, smile straining.

"Ah." He says.

"You don't need to call me Your Highness, you know. I am perfectly happy with being called Dimitri."

You finally look up at him, eyes blinking. Your gaze is still soft on his face, he notices. You gulp, a nervous smile stretching across your face.

"Then.... Dimitri." you say, smiling. Dimitri lets out a soft grin himself. It feels nice. It feels good to be called by his name. Not a title. You let out a squeak, realizing something.

You move past him, legs starting to run out of the classroom.

"Wait." He says, watching you almost fall over in your running as you come to a stop.

"Yes, Dimitri?"

His name sounds nice, he realizes, from your mouth.

"If this is alright with you," he starts off, voice in that perfect pitch he usually has it in, "perhaps we can become friends?" Something inside of breaks at how desperate that must seem to you, how absolutely needy, so ungrateful he must sound-

But you nod quickly, soon continuing on your trek to somewhere else in the holy Monastery. Most likely to join Mercedes and Annette, he thinks, as he stares at your retreating form. Dedue walks over to him, and simply nods.

"Your Highness," he starts, "we need to get going as well."

And Dimitri simply nods.

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The first time he meets up with you, in attempt 1, dubbed lovingly by Sylvain as: "His Highness Gets A-" and was never finished, because Ingrid had lovingly kicked him in his shins. The Professor had agreed to make a tea party for the both of you; making batches of chamomile tea and forcing Annette and poor Ashe to tastetest. The Professor had also managed to get an unwilling Dedue roped in, getting the Duscurain's opinion. Dimitri, really, did not think that this was worth the fuss over trying to become better friends with you. But he liked it. If their efforts did pay off, then, who's to say that no one would like it? And so, he sips at the chamomile tea put out by said Professor, brewed to perfection by the former mercenary after multiple taste-tests. You're sitting still, surprisingly. Unlike all the times he's seen you fidgeting in the Blue Lion's healer presence, and Mercedes had gracefully ignored it, simply asking what did you need, while you stuttered and smiled.

You sip at your own tea- entertaining Dimitri's efforts to strike up a conversation. Dimitri asks you what your family was like, how are you doing, what are some of your favorite hobbies, and they're all met with curt answers and quick responses. Your face is still red though, he notes. Perhaps you're nervous. And so he asks if you are.

You stutter almost immediately, losing control of that still composure you had just a bit.

"I'm doing quite fine, Dimitri," you say, coughing, "just. Have a lot on my mind, is all."

Dimitri softly smiles- "What's on your mind, then?"

You stutter again, headplanting your face into the table. Dimitri sips at his tea, ignoring the ruckus from the bush nearby, knowing full-well what his classmates were doing. (He had begged for them to leave the both of you in peace- but they all had simply grinned and tagged along.)

"Well." You say, blushing, cheeks colored a fine red, as you peek up at him with soft eyes. Dimitri, for the second time in his life, realizes that he may be falling into something. He gulps- he's never felt this nervous before, never like this- and stares at you back with blue eyes that resemble a lake. Your eyes, your soft eyes he's grown ever so fond of, dart back and forth, til you lean over in your chair, whispering.

"You better not tell anyone, Princeling."

Princeling. He doesn't care for the nickname, but if it's from you, then it's alright.

"I have," another baited breath, " a crush. Perhaps. On someone. In our. Class." You stop after each word suddenly, blushing a foul red.

He looks up at you, and feels something in his chest twist and bang and explode. He's tempted to ask who it is. Maybe you can read his thoughts, or maybe you can tell by expression alone, because you say, looking away from him, body back in the chair, "At the end of the school year, I'll say."

There's a sudden cheer from the bush, which makes you twist your head so impossibly fast and the bush goes silent once more.

Dimitri feels his lips curve up, and he doesn't focus on anything for once that doesn't involve death, that doesn't involve fire and a field soaked in blood, and thinks of you, with your soft eyes and flushing face, and decides to hope for once.

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Dimitri wonders what happened between you and Mercedes, during the ending of the White Heron Cup. You seem to be less flustered around her, smiling always, as the healer herself grins and giggles. You both smile and grin at each other, hands sometimes entertwined with the other's hand. Annette has pouted at it before, he notices, saying "-you already have His Highness as a best friend, don't go stealing mine!" And you simply laugh, and and you laugh in such a way that makes his heart throb and feel normal, for once.

The Professor has been cheering him on, lately, for some reason. At least, that's what Dimitri guesses is what they're doing, when they punch the air in a show of solidarity, whenever he has a tea party with you. Whenever he's close to you, really, and the Professor just happens to be nearby. He, somehow, managed to become closer to you. And he likes being near you. Likes to hear you laugh. To laugh and tug at his arm, smiling at him. The ghosts do not wish for murder, they do not wish for revenge, they stay silent for a welcomed change. It's blissful. It's peaceful, and he likes it. He needs it like he needs air, because for once, there are no screeches in his ears, there are no wails from under his bed, and there are fading bags from under his eyes. There are only soft murmurs near his ear and they are so incredibly easy to ignore, unlike yells or screeches or cries for revenge. He smiles whenever he's near you, and from how much his own chest beats like a human, not like a boar or a monster, he feels alive. Alive, he thinks, because love is such a human thing to experience. He's only ever felt it a time before, when everything was decidedly normal and both of his parents and friends were alive and not reduced to ghosts haunting him, screaming for revenge. He likes it. He loves it, if he would dare say it outloud. He only ever says that line of thought when he's alone, gulping down air.

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Everything comes crashing down, soon after. Edelgard's- no, that monster, that monstrosity, he thinks, cursing her name for every crime that she has done- mask falls down, and Dimitri has never wanted to choke someone, has never wanted to piece someone with his lance, because finally, finally, he has a name for who has wronged him, who caused these ghosts to follow him, and they are all yelling to kill her, yelling and screeching.

Except. Except there's a soft touch of hand on his shoulder, and he's tempted to throw it off, in this Holy Tomb, and he looks back for one second and- it's you. You with a worried face, face scrunched up, mouth parted open. He glares- he has never glared at you before, never dared to- and shrugs it off. The ghosts hiss at him- he is wasting time, "why are you wasting time, you foolish lovestruck boy, give us her head, give us penance-" and something cracks under his iron grip. He has the Crest of Blaiddyd. Of unnatural strength. Of a single touch making things shatter under his grip. He has always resented it. But not now. Not now, in this moment, when he can finally get everything he came to this damned Monastery for. The face he grips with a ferocity cracks under his touch, and he can feel blood and snot leak onto his armored glove. The knight- no, vermin, he thinks- cries out weakly for help. None of the other vermin comes to help out. He throws his lance, and Edelgard dodges ever so slightly, axe gripped tight in her hand, violet eyes staring into hate-filled ones. She takes a single look at the Professor, before shaking her head.

"Professor." She says. "Do you refuse?"

And the Professor says something, says no, and Edelgard yells at a nearby mage to take her away.

Taking her away from her fate. Taking her away from her destiny to die, to die with a life with so much left unaccomplished. And Dimitri is more than glad to be the one who ends it, who hangs her head by her white hair on the gates of Enbarr.

And Dimitri has never felt such rage before, has never felt such anger, has never seen such red in his eyes. He knows of soft reds. He knows of the light pink on your cheeks. But he knows of blood, a deep red staining his hands, body, mind, and he practically lives in it. Felix, from somewhere, always someplace nearby but far, sneers at him. "This is the real boar prince you've all been pretending that doesn't exist," he says, voice full of malcontent and barely hidden anger, and Dimitri ignores it. He only acknowledges you turning him towards you, dull blue eyes looking into your ever so soft ones.

He wants to promise you that he'll get her head, and then finally, he'll be free, he'll finally get to hear whoever you liked, he'll finally be-

The Professor opens his clenched hand, staring at the blood that had stained the previously clear silver. They wave a healing spell over him, and their stare is impossibly hard, eyes boring into his head. The ghosts whisper at him- leave them behind, go get her head, they jeer- and he yanks his hand away from their soft touch.

He's about to walk off, shoulders straightened, on a warpath. A path that has already been bloodied, bodies strewn along it. Except.

You tug at his arm, eyes twinkling. There are tears that are leaking out, he thinks, as he stares. Your eyes are still soft, soft as he's known. He stills. There are other sets of eyes on him, tense and waiting. Hands tightened around lances, around swords, raised up and soft shades of purples emanating. Magic, he dully realizes. Maybe they should cut him down, he muses, because he is nothing but a beast now. You grip his hand tight, sighing.

"Dimitri," you start off, and the ghosts have started to YELL, THEY ARE HISSING, THEY WANT HIM GONE, THEY WANT HER DEAD, THEY WANT HER HEAD- and Dimitri has never hated like he has before.

"Please. You need to rest."

"I will rest," he grits out, "when I have gotten her head."

And then he yanks himself from your soft hands, soft gaze, from everything that he likes, and continues on a warpath that will make him crack.

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The Professor, screeching and yelling, falls from a cliff, the Sword of the Creator wrapping around their body from a blast of magic. Dimitri is slowly being ripped apart at the seams, with each accusation, with each cry from people he has never known. That he has committed regicide, killed the Grand Duke of Fareghus. Killed his uncle. Corneila wants him executed, but she does not know that he has been dead for so many years. He is dead. He is a monster. He has been dead, and remains that way.

His eye has been taken out by a stray bandit, an arrow piercing the flesh. He ripped it out easily, blood leaking out.

He does not care.

He comes to the Monastery, shivering and shuddering, with a lance in hand and an eyepatch tied around his head.

He steps into the Monastery, black armored boots banging against the cobblestone. The wreckage of the Monastery is all over the place. He kicks pure bricks and stones out of his way, lance making a screeching sound against the stone.

There is someone. Someone who looked older, aged like the heavens. They are tucked into themselves, hands over their knees, head tucked inside their body. They look like a little mouse, he thinks, as he stalks over to them. They peek up, and- oh, he thinks, oh.

It's you.

Your soft eyes. Soft gaze. He stares at your head, turned away from him, his single blue eye boring into your head. You turn to him, eyes soft as ever. Something inside of his chest churns, throat turning dry.

"Dimitri?" You ask, peeking up. Mouse is what he thinks of you, acting like one, is all his mind gives him. You move over to him, a boar, a beast, and gently place your hand on his face.

A ghost- his father- hisses at him. "Former Black Eagle," he hisses, "they would use you. They are with her, kill them, kill them-" And you look into his eyes, and he has missed it, and he has been a monster for so long, and Dimitri falls apart.

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Dimitri wonders if you should be here. You must be after something, he thinks, if you decide to stay here with him. If you decide to take care of a beast like him. You drag him to the washhouse. You make him clean his lance. You go with him, when he has to murder some vermin hoping for quick riches in the Monastery's treasury, despite having been long emptied out. You stay here, despite it. Sometimes, when the ghosts are particularly silent, when there are only a few yelling surrounding his ears, he thinks about what you told him. A promise, from when you both became friends. He wonders and wonders. There's the old beating of a heart- his own, he realizes- that beats at the idea.

---

It's a nice day. The heat is bearable. Even with all this armor on him, it's alright. It isn't making him wish to cower away from everything. You're right next to him, soft breaths emitting from your mouth, parted open slightly.

You sigh, leaning against him, covered in his cloak. His blonde hair, well-kept in the past but not anymore, has grown long and shabby, reaching his shoulders. It's a soft silence. He has never let his guard down like this before. You look at him for a second. He wonders, in a moment, if this was how they acted back then. When the both of you were friends and laughed together. Played together, weapons singing out in the tunes of battle, arm hanging off a shoulder. You and him, laughing together, and he has never felt such ease like this. At least not when you, with your soft gaze, allowed the beast to be your friend on that fateful day.

"Hey, Dimitri." You say, eyes turned toward the sky. He wonders, once more, if this is what friends do. If this is what actual friends, not like him, not like the beast that he is, does.

He grunts as a reply. You shuffle a bit.

"Hey," you say, eyes turning to him.

Dimitri simply nods back at you, eye focused ahead of him, hand slowly unfurling around his blood-stricken lance.

"Technically, now that the school year is over-" A soft silence. Restarting a sentence, he notes, with an eye colored blue staring at you, his face still facing forward, gaunt and full of sharp lines.

"I never told you who I was crushing on, huh?" An attempt at small talk, he thinks. "Did you, uh- Do you still wish to know?"

You look at him again, eyes blinking, a soft blush blooming over your cheeks. It's enrapturing. A punch of emotions hits him in his chest, hard and fast. Everything is warm, for some reason, and so, so, warm.

"I think- I think I'm still perhaps crushing on them."

You let out a nervous laugh, shifting towards him. The blush on your face is gone for a moment, and he thinks it's a pity. (Before everything happened, is what he thinks you left out to say, before he truly embraced that he is a monster, a beast, a murderer.)

He turns toward you, and then there is a flicker of hope that lights up in his chest, and he does not kill it immediately with water from a sobering reality. He watches it flicker, and nods.

There's a deafening silence around the both of you, as the ghosts are silent and they are quiet, and there is only you and him, with his old quiet fantasies that he used to comfort himself with being reignited. You stare at him, laughing. There's a soft blush that appears on your cheeks, laughing nervously.

"It was-" and something inside of him cracks.

"Mercedes-" He stomps whatever flicker in his chest that lit up.

"During the White Heron Cup, we met at the-"

And Dimitri feels a primal anger rise, the ghosts yell at him, you stupid idiot, you fool, for falling in love, you beast, why would they ever like you- (italics here before and) and then he gets up. He growls, teeth gritting against each other. You tilt your head- "Dimitri, are you-?"

And Dimitri never in the moment has never felt such a breaking of his heart, has never felt such sadness before, that threatens to leak out of his only eye. He has never felt such red anger like this before, he has never-

He whips his head around you, eye glaring at you. He was always so scared of doing it before. There is a part of him that loves you, that still loves you, and he wants to kill it. He wants to rip out every part of him. You ask him again, if he's alright, and he slaps away the soft hand that comes to cradle his face.

"Leave me alone," he growls out, a blue eye resembling a tornado.

You do not. Traitor, (I) the ghosts say to him. You look at him, your eyebrows furrowed in soft anger- "Dimitri. What has gotten you so-"

"Leave me ALONE," he bellows at you, acting like an injured animal. He growls. He hates you, he loves you, he hates that healer, he hates her, hates her for taking you away from him, hates himself for being so utterly foolish to believe that he could have had a beloved-

You step back. You remind him of a mouse. A mouse in the presence of a scary beast, of a monster who has claws for hands and a lance on the floor. He growls at you, eye akin to a tempest, to a storm raging. Blue turning to shreds. He doesn't want you to go- but you already seem to be backing away, his cloak falling off of him. He kicks it aside, and stares at you. Glares, really.

You take a deep breath in, and walk off. He does not follow. He does not follow because he is a beast.

A beast alone, he thinks, and suddenly, he slinks to the floor. He's tired. He's never been this tired before. Everything hurts inside of him, heart being poked at it, mouth filling up with a metallic liquid he's long since been familiar with. A beast who is alone. A monster. A horrible person.

He yowls into the sky, and then there is nothing, and then there is everything, and then there is a hand that extends out to him, while he is but a shred of humanity long gone since he was a little boy, in a field of bloodied flowers and blooming tears.

[fun fact: title is from "arms tonite," by mother mother!]

#fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fe3h writing #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #dimitri alexandre blaiddyde x reader #lacuna✧requests #lacuna✧writes

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writtingfiction · 2 years

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˜”*°• Masterlist •°*”˜

ok, here it is! the Masterlist, you shall be able to find my fics that I have written on this blog! This will hopefully be updated to look better in the future and have more fics.

Last Update: 31-01-2022

⨝ — Angst ⪫ — Fluff ⪦ — Hurt/Comfort ⨉ — Mature Content

Fire Emblem

Three Houses

Requests

Golden Deer

Fake Dating - Claude x Byleth ⪫

Unfortunate Timing - Claude x Byleth ⨝

Protection - Marianne x Byleth ⪦

Missing Students - Golden Deer + Eagles

Christmas Party! - Golden Deer ⪫

Blue Lions

A Joke too Far - Sylvain x Byleth ⪦

Favourite Uncle - Dimitri x Byleth ⨝

Someone Else? - Dimitri x Byleth ⨝

Losing a Friend - Caspar x Byleth ⨝ ⨉

Delightful surprise - Caspar x Byleth ⪫

To Bed, Together - Caspar x Byleth ⪫

Comfort Children - Caspar x Byleth ⪫

Flustered - Mercedes x FEM!Byleth ⪫

The Fights not Over - Blue lions after route spoilers

Fates

Requests

Pick Me - Leo x Corrin ⪦

Siegbert - Xander x Corrin ⪫

1920s AU - Xander focus

Older Brother = Husband? - Corrin x Xander ⪫

Denial - Takumi x Corrin ⨝

Reincarnation - Corrin x Laslow ⨝

Fishy Friend - Corrin x Silas ⪦

Flustered Training - Corrin x Silas ⪫

Daughter, Like Father - Corrin x Silas ⪫

Sealed away - Corrin x Silas

Awakening

Requests

Losing you - Chrobin ⨝

Playmates - Chrobin ⪫

Too Late 3 - Chrobin ⨝

Too Late 2 - Chrobin ⨝

Reforging Bonds - Platonic Chrobin ⪫

Unrequited, Again - Chrobin ⨝

Heavy Injuries - Chrobin ⪦

1920s AU - Chrobin ⪫

Too Late - Chrobin ⨝

Rescuing Infants - Chrobin ⪫

Familiarity - Chrobin ⪫

Exalt Ceremonies - Chrobin ⪫

Wounded in Battle - Chrobin ⪦

Under the Trees - Stahl x Robin ⪫

Blind Love - Lucina x Blind!FEM!reader ⪦

Small adventures - Robin x Henry ⪫

Bedtime stories - Frederick x Robin ⪫

Old Memories - Robcina ⪫

Broken Promises - Robcina ⪦

Double Surprise - Robcina ⪫

Hidden Guilt - Robcina ⨝

Fics

From End to Beginning

Heroes

Learning to Ride - Camila x Hinoka ⪫

FFXV

Requests

10 years is a long time - Noctis ⨝

Reflection - Noctis ⪫

Fics

A Glow in The Dark - Ignis

The Mermaid’s Sun - Prompto ⪫

Holding on - Gladiolus ⪦

Innocent Love - Gladiolus ⪫

The Ocean’s Wave - Noctis

Caught - Noctis

Dying Light - Noctis

Scenarios

Steamy ⨉

Genshin Impact

Requests

Crossover - Robin in Teyvat

BTS

Fics

only then - Jungkook ⪫

Ink - Jimin ⪫

Enchanted - Hoseok ⨝

Taken for Granted - Yoongi

Describe - Namjoon ⪫

#masterlist #omg theres more than i thought

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gascon-en-exil · 3 years

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Hot takes to have. Why do you think Byleth x Dimitri is damaging to him? I hate Dimileth but Edeleth is even worse. Edelgard route is just her being hot or kawaii for professor, it's so nice to see her crush being unrequited, at least she have some development if she doesn't get "sensei"

To clarify, I meant more that Dimileth (and here I mean specifically M/F Dimileth, the S rank-endorsed version - M/M Dimileth has always struck me as rather pointless) occupies a forced position in AM’s story, shoving aside Dimitri’s well-established support system of men who’ve known and loved him in various ways for years in favor of a blank self-insert. Dedue gets it worst of all, being killed off by default because not separating him from Dimitri would have made the setup for Dimileth wholly implausible (see also their relationship outside AM). Dimileth also comes with some awkward implications in the overall gendering of AM’s narrative as I pondered over here. In isolation Dimileth is a serviceable bit of wish fulfillment and I can theoretically see the appeal, but its ramifications for AM are responsible for almost all of that route’s missteps.

Edeleth meanwhile is more damaging overall because Edelgard can never escape being hot for teacher even if you avoid S ranking her in CF, and I admit that there is some dark comedy in the line of Hubert -> Edelgard -> Byleth. Of course that’s usually less of me thinking Byleth doesn’t reciprocate Edelgard’s feelings - based on some of their dialogue prompts it’s assumed they do - but rather that the Ferdibert ending implies that Edelgard has reason to be jealous of them, possibly because she figures out that Byleth isn’t all they’re cracked up to be.

#Fire Emblem #FE16 #Fire Emblem Three Houses #Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd #Azure Moon

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fandom-meanderer · 4 years

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Fire Emblem Three Houses Masterlist

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Key:

(*) = Reader Favorite

(~) = My Favorite

(A) = Angst

(F) = Fluff

Note: The Reader (or S/O) is another student unless otherwise specified

Series

Beauty and the... (Felix x Reader, Sylvain x Reader, Dimitri x Reader, Not All at Once!) (F)

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

Summary: You’ve known them since you were kids, now that you’re older and in the Officers Academy, things get a bit blurred.

Blue Lions

Overcooked

Summary: It’s Garreg Mach’s annual cooking competition! The stakes are high, ish, who will win?

Headcanons

Blue Lions with a Class Dog (And that Dog is Named Mellow!) (**/F)

Felix Hugo Frauldarius

Sword Fighters Over Skirt Chasers (Felix’s POV) ft. Sylvain (~/A/F)

Summary: You are originally interested in the Kingdom Army’s resident skirt chaser, but things take a turn and you find yourself in love with a certain swords master.

Opposite’s Attract (F)

Summary: You and Felix are polar opposites to say the least, and Annette would like to get to the bottom of it.

Love... Pentagon? ft. Dimitri, Sylvain, and a Surprise (*/F)

Summary: All three of these fellows are head over heels for you but… What’s this? Another challenger enters the arena?

A Frauldarius Shopping? (*/F)

Summary: You succeed in getting Felix to go shopping with you, but things take a turn.

Competitiveness Runs in the Family (~/F)

Summary: Years after the war you and Felix were lucky enough to have a son, but goodness he is almost too much like his father.

Kidnapped and Reunited (A)

Summary: During the kidnapping scare, another student goes missing, and that other student happened to be you.

Love Triangles are a Complicated Thing ft. Sylvain (A)

Summary: Felix finally confesses to you but…

Sylvain Jose Gautier

A Surprise Encounter at the Goddess Tower (F)

Summary: Sylvain honestly has no clue what to do, the normal smooth talker is absolutely smitten with you, what to do, what to do?

Love... Pentagon? ft. Dimitri, Felix, and a Surprise (*/F)

Summary: All three of these fellows are head over heels for you but… What’s this? Another challenger enters the arena?

Skirt-Chaser? More Like Trouser-Chaser (M!Reader) (F)

Summary: Sylvain thought it would be fun to teach you how to pick up girls but, turns out, he wanted to be the one to be picked up.

Love Triangles are a Complicated Thing ft. Felix (A)

Summary: Felix finally confesses to you but…

The Unrequited’s Unfair Fate (A/F)

Summary: Sylvain loved you. You were perfect, you fit with him like a puzzle piece. But… you’ve been lying to him.

Stronger than You Think (A)

Summary: You’re acting, strange, to say the least. Sylvain’s heard about this before, but this is the first time he’s experienced it. But he’s willing to do anything for you.

Headcanons:

Sylvain Tries to Woo Someone, but it Turns Out that She Only Has Eyes for the Prince ft. Lorenz and Dimitri (F)

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd

A Not-So Sleepless Night (*/F)

Summary: Dimitri’s Nightmares aren’t news to you, but thanks to your “cure-less” condition of Insomnia, you’re more than happy to help him out.

Best Friend or Best Fiend? ft. Best Friend!Claude (*/F)

Summary: Claude’s a menace, an absolute menace, but hey, he is your best friend.

A Nostalgic Dance (F)

Summary: Everyone knows you love each other, but for some reason you both haven’t caught a clue.

Stargazing (*/F)

Summary: What’s the best cure for nightmares? The stars above, of course.

Love... Pentagon? ft. Felix, Sylvain, and a Surprise (*/F)

Summary: All three of these fellows are head over heels for you but… What’s this? Another challenger enters the arena?

A Slight Training Mishap (*/F)

Summary: Dimitri accidentally hurts you during training, and unfortunately you both have to go through the repercussions throughout the next day.

Stuffed Animals over the Prince?! (F)

Summary: You’re late for class! Again… Dimitri takes it upon himself to check and make sure you’re okay.

Stranded in the Middle of Battle (Slight A)

Summary: After being graciously paired up with Dimitri, the two of you find yourself stranded as the heavy blizzards raged through the battlefield. It also didn’t help that you were injured. Or that you were originally from the Leicester Alliance.

The Perfect Disney Prince (*/~/F)

Summary: (Modern Day AU) You are put in charge to watch your younger cousin, Juliet, and as a result you’ll have to bring her to class with you, and let’s just say that the entire section loves her.

The Perfect Disney Princess (F)

Summary: (Modern Day AU) You have to leave for a minute or two, thus leaving Dimitri in charge of taking care of Juliet.

Headcanons

Dimitri with a Short S/O (*/~/F)

Pre!Timeskip!Dimitri in a Secret Relationship with his S/O (*/~/A)

Post!Timeskip Continuation (*/~/A)

Continuation (*/~/A)

Dimitri with an S/O Who Loves to Sing (F)

Sylvain and Lorenz Trying to Woo Someone, but it Turns Out She Only Has Eyes for the Prince (F)

Claude von Riegan

Best Friend or Best Fiend? ft. Dimitri (*/F)

Summary: Claude’s a menace, an absolute menace, but hey, he is your best friend.

The Imperfectly Perfect Scheme (*/F)

Summary: Sylvain thought it would be fun to teach you how to pick up girls but, turns out, he wanted to be the one to be picked up.

Headcanons

Claude, S/O, and Hilda in a Poly Relationship (*/F)

Claude Seeing His S/O Die (*/~/Trigger Warning A)

Other

The “Coolest of Garreg Mach” (Linhardt x M!Reader) (Part 2) (F)

Summary: The so called ‘Coolest of Garreg Mach’ has one problem, and one problem only: He can’t get the courage to ask out the ever so sleepy Linhardt. With a bit of help from another cool dude, how will he prevail?

What Happens When a Mercenary’s Daughter and Professor Manuela Try to Clean a Room? (Manuela x Byleth, Platonic) (F)

Summary: Professor Manuela asks for help from Byleth, how does that turn out?

Sneaking Through a Sketchbook (Ignatz x Reader) (F)

Summary: Ignatz is always sketching away, and to say you were curious was more than an understatement.The Perf

#fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #feth #fe3h scenarios #fe3h x reader #masterlist #fe3h headcanons

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616marvel · 5 years

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F!BYLETH x BLUE LION BOIS .

summary: character (blue lion boys) thoughts before the proposal. hi hello, i came back after finishing blue lion route and i have some um headcanons ya know just. indulge me pls they’re such good boyos & I also wanted to think about how they got the rings or what they did prior to the proposal nnnngg

• Ashe . Ashe knows that he’s just a commoner, that the ring that he has in his pocket was anything but extravagant; he’d made it with his own two hands but even he could see the clumsy metal work. There were grooves and imperfections, but a ring with a modest stone nonetheless. He thinks that perhaps he should’ve just bought a ring, but he thought – that this would mean more. Sincerity in its imperfections. Unsure with the outcome of his anxiety-riddled confession, he stands tall and decides: today, I’ll tell her that I love her even if it’s unrequited. • Sylvain . This has got to be the most nerve-wracking thing he’s ever done in his life (other than going to war, of course). Despite having gone through years of being a notorious playboy, Sylvain has never really had the urge to spend the life with any of his previous partners. Cynical in nature due to his jaded upbringing, he’d once expressed his hatred and jealousy of the professor. But over the years, the sentiment of malice turned to affection. Love. He loved her and he knows how this looks, but he fears that going through the years without telling her how he feels would be worse than being rejected. If he needed to propose over and over until she accepts his sincerity, then that’s what he’ll do. After all, she’s the one who taught him patience, acceptance, and love. • Felix . The war had finally ended and peace that was once unfathomable was now on their fingertips. Festivities were in order and while many rejoiced, Felix couldn’t quite understand the frustration that riddled within his chest. With Byleth being an archbishop and him being appointed as a duke, he knows that he won’t be seeing her all that often or any, for that matter. He knew this, but the idea of not being able to see her – now that just…won’t do. It sent a prickle in his heart and he thinks he’ll have to figure out a reason for him to keep seeing her. For him to have her in his life always. Forever. Until he gives his last breath. It dawns on him gradually, slowly like a bubbling pot: he loves her. Goddess, why hadn’t he thought of this sooner? The next day he finds himself with a ring, his heart drumming against his chest, and his veins besieged with anticipation. • Dedue . For a man that’s devoted his life to the prince, coming to terms with his feelings was difficult. While the feelings themselves weren’t hard to accept, the path he had to choose made it difficult for him to confess. Dedue was not a man of many words, but he was loyal to the bone and he thinks that his highness must’ve known about his evident affection for their former professor. When he finally reached a decision, the new king let him have his leave with a smile on his face. With earnestness, he thanked his friend for understanding before heading to find the woman he’d come to adore. Dedue knows that his smile frightens children, that he lacks the proper diction for words of affection. He knows this but he loved her all the same and he thinks that even if she rejects him, being able to tell her how he feels would be enough.

• Dimitri . For the longest time he drowns in their voices, their anguished screams that drives him to madness and guilt. It took years for him to find salvation and he thinks it’s very much like the professor for her save him. To reach out her hand despite knowing how much blood he’d spilt with his. To show him kindness and warmth and love when he hated himself the most. Words cannot express how grateful he is for her guidance, her forbearance, and her presence. He knew that he’d loved her for a while, even before coming back from the brink of darkness. As a student, he’d thought of her fondly, admiring her tenacity and the soft smiles she’d grace them when something makes her happy. Once upon a time he’d given himself the luxury of thinking: what if? After graduating – what if? Now that he’s older, such thoughts would come accompanied by guilt. A monster like him doesn’t deserve happiness, he knows this, yet the pockets of joy from the smiles that Byleth gives him was getting harder and harder to ignore. His heart thumps against his chest and his stomach flips every time she looks at him. And he starts to think, starts to wonder what life would be like with her always by his side. The guilt was still there and he knows it’s selfish of him to love someone, but Dimitri finds himself with a ring nonetheless. He thinks that while confessing was out of the question, he could at least indulge himself at the idea of it. His plan had been thorough yet when it came to, he’d come and realized that calling her ‘my beloved’ made the guilt dissipate for a short moment, letting him enjoy the idea of her and him. The words that he’d sought for was ‘my beloved professor’ but he knew that Byleth was more than just a professor, more than just a friend or an ally. “My Beloved,” he’d said and by goddess did the words fit.

#dimileth #FE3h #byleth #dimitri x byleth #sylvain x byleth #felix x byleth #ashe x byleth #fire emblem #F!byleth #dedue x byleth #fire emblem three houses #dimitri #felix #ashe #dedue #sylvain #writing #queue

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pokemagines · 5 years

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thorns. (dimitri x reader)

@akumas-stuff: “can i request some after the time skip dimitri angst from an s/o that went the black eagles route ?? 💕”

a/n: this rlly isn’t dimitri x reader/byleth it’s more uhhh unrequited love dimi x reader/byleth and implied el x reader/byleth.... felt like giving a lil more introspection into that scene at the end of the crimson flower route. h*ck yeah its sad hours boys !!!! --mod touko

SPOILERS FOR THE CRIMSON FLOWER ROUTE !!!!

tw: violence

the rain pours down on the battlefield, chilling you to the bone. conditions are miserable, with some of your most elite soldiers having to retreat in order to lead away the ambush by the beasts that had suddenly appeared on the battlefield. the sword of the creator strikes true even despite the conditions, cutting through anything that happened to be in its path, determined to see dimitri one last time.

(later, hubert would confide in you that one of those said demonic beasts was actually your old friend dedue. it stung thinking of how loyal he was, up until the bitter end.)

you hear edelgard’s shouts as she pushes through the fray, following you towards dimitri. her heavy armor makes her sink into the mud, slowing down her pace. ignatz, your adjutant, implored you to wait up for the other troops who had been commanded to go in after the more sturdy units had taken out the first line of defenses. his advice falls on deaf ears, as you continue to cut your way across the battlefield, unbeating heart fluttering when you think of confronting your old friend here.

this was nothing like facing claude. claude knew when it was time for his final act in fodlan, and surrendered after a rough battle with his alliance forces. he had more cards to play, a birthright in another kingdom that he had been banking on returning to if all failed here. he exited gracefully, promising to return the kindness that was sparing his life with a pained smile and a quick kiss to your knuckles. you knew that wasn’t the last you’d see of claude, no matter what he said.

dimitri, on the other hand, had nothing else to lose. he had lost his family, his friends, and was on the verge of losing his kingdom, he had no other choice but to fight. either him or edelgard was going to die here, there was no other option. the two siblings were unyieldingly stubborn -- el had come too far in her beliefs to give up now and dimitri was playing the last card in his sleeve.

one last enemy soldier stands between you and dimitri, and ignatz hits him between the eyes before you have the chance to strike.

dimitri’s eye meets yours, and you feel frozen in place. white-knuckling the sword of the creator, you take a step up to the last piece of ground he was holding. it was over already, even dimitri seemed to know it. all around him were the sounds of his troops breathed their last.

“was this what you wanted?” dimitri grits his teeth, “we could’ve carved our own path together, professor.” the way he spits your title stings like no wound could ever. “but you chose the way of a tyrant, how many graves had you had to tread over to get to this point?”

“it’s no use dimitri,” you know arguing with him would get you nowhere. “we both have different ideals...” you swallow the lump in your throat, ignatz’s call that edelgard was approaching alerts you that time was running out. “i wish... well, it’s too late now. we will see who’s ideals carry them through today.”

dimitri strikes first with areadbhar, so strong you lose your footing. his fighting style was so different from the boy you met all those years ago. it’s almost funny, you think, back then you were so close to choosing the blue lions house. had it not been for bernadetta timidly asking if you would pick her class because hanneman scared her, things could’ve turned out so much differently. one simple action had changed the course of history forever.

every blow from dimitri’s lance is one that is aiming to kill. he pays no attention to any wounds that befall him when you get a stab in, and instead keeps bringing down his lance with all of his might. it’s not until ignatz shoots an arrow into his calf that he slows down any, edelgard finally meeting up with you.

she shoots you a bittersweet look, a quick slip of her mask reveals just how conflicted she is emotionally about doing this. but, as she turns back to dimitri, her resolve is back. you had won.

this is how the story would end: edelgard was crowned the emperor, and dimitri was crowned a martyr. she steadies aymr right above his neck, but he isn’t looking for pity. even now, he puffs his chest out and meets her eyes, as if challenging her to do it. el doesn’t back down.

she raises her blade, and you feel dorothea squeeze your shoulder as if she’s imploring you not to look. but you can’t turn away, this was the path you chose to walk. you would have to live with the horrors you had created. the sounds of edelgard and dimitri arguing pulls you out of your head.

dimitri, left with nothing, not even a lance in his hand, finally looks over at you. you can almost visualize the thorns digging into his head as he musters up his final words. “professor...” he says it gentler this time. you feel an arm around your waist securing you to your spot: whether it was ferdinand’s, or hubert’s, or dorothea’s you didn’t know. “will they stop now... will i finally be free after i--” your heart sinks, he’s talking about his hallucinations. dimitri had come to you in the middle of the night at the monastery more than once after being plagued by them. he seems to gather himself again for his final words to you. “i wanted you to be by my side, always. if... if i am granted another life, let me be with you.”

aymr cuts through the night, a sickening slicing noise as she beheads the prince, ending the blaidydd bloodline for good. like father like son, the gruesome thought crosses your mind. edelgard lets the rain wash the blood off of aymr, then slowly rallies her troops.

you walk back to garreg mach in silence, the only sound being the pouring rain and the sound of the strike force’s footsteps. edelgard’s trembling hand grips onto yours like you’re her lifeline.

“thank you,” she whispers it so that not even hubert, who was standing on your other side could hear. “for choosing to walk with me. i-i... would rather not imagine what would have became of me if i didn’t. you really have saved me, in more ways than one.” you squeeze her hand tight.

#dimitri #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #edelgard von hresvelg #edelgard #dimitri x reader #dimitri x byleth #edelgard x reader #edelgard x byleth #angst #ficlet #fe16 #fe3h #imagine #mod touko #oop

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claudemblems · 4 years

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Claudemblems Masterlist

Hello friends! I have created this masterlist to keep track of my works and also to provide you all with an easier way to browse through them! I will be updating it as I come up with new content. I hope this is easy and accessible for all of you. Thank you for checking out my work as always. ^^

Fire Emblem Three Houses

Blue Lions

Ashe Ubert: Morning Kisses | Imagine

Ashe Ubert: S/O with Clammy Hands | Headcanons

Dedue Molinaro: Lessons in Love (and Lances) part 1 | part 2

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd: Unrequited Love/Reader Loves Linhardt | Imagine

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd: S/O with Depression | Headcanons

Felix Hugo Fraldarius: Assassin!Reader | Imagine | fem

Felix Hugo Fraldarius: Rescuing Kidnapped Reader | Imagine | fem

Felix Hugo Fraldarius: Depressed Feminine S/O | Imagine | fem

Felix Hugo Fraldarius: Reacting to Sick S/O | Headcanons

Sylvain Jose Gautier: Hidden Corner Kiss | Imagine

Sylvain Jose Gautier: S/O On Her Period | Headcanons

Golden Deer

Claude von Riegan: If I Could Turn Back Time | Imagine

Claude von Riegan: Reacting to Sick S/O | Headcanons

Ignatz Victor: Writer!Crush | Headcanons | fem

Ignatz Victor: Cheering Up Artsy Reader | Imagine

Black Eagles

Bernadetta von Varley: Cheering Up Artsy Reader | Imagine

Caspar von Bergliez: Protecting What’s Mine | Imagine

Dorothea Arnault: Reacting to Fan!Reader | Headcanons | fem

Ferdinand von Aegir: S/O On Her Period | Headcanons

Ferdinand von Aegir: Reader Who is Self-Conscious About Her Scar | Imagine | fem

Ferdinand von Aegir: Reacting to Sick S/O | Headcanons

Hubert von Vestra: S/O On Her Period | Headcanons

Linhardt von Hevring: Tranquil Slumber | Imagine

Ashen Wolves

Yuri Leclerc: Easily Flustered S/O | Imagine

Yuri Leclerc: Ticklish S/O | Headcanons

Yuri Leclerc: S/O On Her Period | Headcanons

Yuri Leclerc: Flirty Reader | Headcanons

Yuri Leclerc: Secretly in Love with Reader | Imagine

Yuri Leclerc: Teaching Reader to Dance | Imagine

Yuri Leclerc: Finding Out Reader Has Dimples | Headcanons

Yuri Leclerc: Domesticity Fluff with S/O | Imagine

Yuri Leclerc: Reacting to Fan!Reader | Headcanons | fem

Three Houses Ships

Sylvain Jose Gautier/Dorothea Arnault: A Stroll Among the Stars | Imagine

Felix Hugo Fraldarius/Annette Fantine Dominic: Holiday Promises | Imagine

Felix Hugo Fraldarius/Annette Fantine Dominic: A Sweet, Small Voice | Imagine

Edelgard von Hresvelg/Hubert von Vestra: By Your Side | Imagine

Other Three Houses Content

Fem!Byleth Eisner + Sothis: In-Between Everything and Nothing

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd: Afterglow

Felix/Annette/Mercedes: Baking Headcanons

Felix x Dimitri’s Younger Sister Headcanons

Felix x Dimitri’s Younger Sister Headcanons (Post-Timeskip)

Ferdinand von Aegir/Kat: C Support Personal Headcanons

M!Byleth Headcanons

Dimitri Raising Edelgard’s Child

Non-Three Houses

Final Fantasy VII

Cloud Strife + Jessie Rasberry: Kiss it Better!

#claudemblems masterlist

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avy-avy-allaway · 4 years

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White, Yellow, Red (Ch. 1)

A/N: Did I fall in love with Hanahaki Claudeth? Yes. Yes I did. Also does Suyen sound like a good name for a wyvern?

@smallestbrown it’s evolving into a 10k word fic. help

Paring: Claude x F!Byleth Fandom: Fire Emblem 3 Houses Warnings: Angst, Hanahaki, some blood, minor death (later) Includes: PINING, unrequited love Rating: T Next Chapter Here

Where was she?

That question had been tugging furiously at Claude’s mind since Teach had disappeared during the battle at Garreg Mach. It had been a month, now, and the Monastery had already fallen, Edelgard bringing the war to the Kingdom soon after. By then, he had already returned to the Alliance to help his grandfather with the Roundtable conferences and what to do about the Empire.

It was divided in two, three of the nobles wanting to keep neutrality and avoid the fighting. The other three - himself and his grandfather included - wanted to launch a preemptive strike against the Empire before they could make the Kingdom fall.

But despite all the arguing, scheming, planning and paperwork, Claude’s mind still ran with questions, the most prominent one being, where was Teach? It was a question that always snuck up on him, hit him on the back of the head with the flat edge of a sword. Claude expected that she would be back by now, ready to help lead him and the Deer against the Empire before either the Alliance or the Kingdom fell.

And yet, she hadn’t returned.

He had searched for her, managing to convince his grandfather to send out small search parties near the ruined monastery, but they all came back empty-handed. For a while, he considered going to search himself, but then several things hit him at once. First, Dimitri had died, and that Cornelia had taken over the western half of the Kingdom. That meant a few days to mourn, then arguing. Next, his grandfather grew weak, ill, and Claude found himself having to go in his grandfather’s steed more and more often. A few more months passed, and he had died. More mourning, more arguing.

But just before he did, the final thing - and perhaps the most concerning of all - were the little white flower petals he had started to cough up. Still, there was still arguing at the Roundtable conferences, and Claude soon found himself trying to tie the Alliance together so it didn’t fall apart and split into two. That left him with no time to figure out what the hell was with the flowers.

While he waited for a chance to get to the library, the coughing had started to grow slightly worse. It was few, and far-in-between, but each cough was laced with a few flower petals, sometimes with small drops of blood laced in. It was worrying, but amidst all his new responsibilities, he didn’t have much time to think about it, though carrying a small handkerchief had become part of his routine. The other nobles wouldn’t know he was sick if they never saw anything, and he didn’t need any more cards stacked against him.

When he finally did have some time to himself, the first place he headed was the old library near the outskirts of Derdriu. It was quiet, and only a few people were inside. He had rarely been to the library, and it sent off a discordant sound in his chest about how much it looked like the Monastery’s old library.

Then he shook his head. Whether he wanted them to be or not, his days as a student were long gone. Not even Teach, as amazing as she was, could fix that.

That discordant note rang inside Claude again, louder this time and accompanied by another stretch of coughing, which he had managed to muffle most of with his sleeve so as to not draw the attention of the few people inside. It was something he’d learned to do very well in recent months, but what was new was the number of petals that came with this one. It was quite a few more petals than what it normally was, and the amount of blood seemed to have raised as well. His throat felt scratchy, and there was a certain tightness to his lungs he hadn’t felt before.

So he moved fast, searching for and finding a book on flowers near the back. He flipped through the pages, checking each picture of the flower with the few he had carried with him from his fits. Finally, he found one that seemed to be a perfect match; white carnation.

Claude frowned. He hadn’t seen many carnations since his time at the Monastery, when he’d seen them growing in the few times he’d visited the greenhouse. It was one of the gifts Teach had liked to give out to people, and even though he’d never gotten a carnation, from the few flowers he had gotten from her, he could see the love and care she put into taking care of them.

His eyes scanned the page, looking for anything that might tell him why he was coughing up carnations.

Standing for sweetness and loveliness, innocence and pure love, the white carnation is the historical good luck gift to women. That was what the description had said when he read it. At first glance, it wasn’t useful. But after reading through the entire page on it a second time, that description popped out at him, a nagging feeling he didn’t like at all. He just couldn’t place his finger onto what, nor did it help him understand why the hell he was coughing them up in the first place.

Sighing, Claude tucked the book under his arm, then started searching for any books on medicine or white magic. He had a feeling that the fewer people who knew about whatever illness this was, the better it would be for him. Sure, he could go to Marianne, but he rarely saw her, and he knew that she was busy helping out her family. Besides, he didn’t want to worry her. For all he knew, this was just some small sickness that he didn’t have the resources to fix yet.

It took him about an hour to finally find a book on medicine and healing, and when he finally did, he flipped through the pages. The page he was looking for was in the back of the book, in the Rare Diseases section of it. When he did, he felt another stone settling into the ever-growing pile of stones in his gut.

Hanahaki disease: A mysterious, rare disease caused by unrequited, true love, where flowers start to grow in the recipient's lungs when they suffer from one-sided love. If the disease is left untreated, or the person does not return the recipient’s love, they die from choking on the flower petals. Neither white magic nor traditional medicine has yet been able to cure it. There are, however, three solutions.

Solution One: The recipient falls out of love, which is what happens is most cases with younger recipients. Solution Two: The person the recipient loves returns the love, at which case the flowers will stop growing. Solution Three: The recipient gets surgery to remove the flowers. This is the last choice, usually saved for when the recipient is in the last stages of the diseases and hasn’t fallen out of love or the person the recipient loves doesn’t return their feelings. However, the surgery is dangerous, and if it’s successful, the recipient’s feelings towards the person disappear; and in some cases, forgets most, if not all, memories attainting to the person.

Claude frowned, rubbed the back of his neck as he read through the rest of the page. The few other bits and pieces of information about the disease were pretty much useless to him, and what little information he had gained about it didn’t make him feel any better.

Another coughing fit seized him, more flower petals spilling forth from his lips and into his sleeve. One it was over, he looked around to make sure no-one had heard him, before picking the petals off his sleeve and putting them into his pocket.

Unrequited love, huh? He mused, taking the two books and walking over to one of the desks. He took out one of the flower petals from his pocket, looked it over. Carnations. True love was one of the things they stood for, and here he sat, suffering from an illness that was a result of one-sided love. If he hadn’t been so worried about the fact he might die from choking to death on flower petals, he would’ve laughed at the irony.

Sighing, Claude frowned, leaned forward on the table and opened up the medicine book again. Unrequited love. As far as he could tell, there wasn’t anyone he loved, at least not enough to develop this mysterious disease. He had a few friends, like Hilda, Lysithea, Marianne, and...

Eh, Lorenz is alright. I’ll count him in, Claude thought, then shook his head. Still, Lorenz barely made the cut, and he was sure that he didn’t love any of the girls. At least, not enough to get sick over it, and he barely had enough time to do his work and keep the Alliance from splitting, much less fall in love with someone in Derdriu.

A name tugged at the edge of his mind, then, incessant and nagging. Byleth. His old friend. Claude tried to push it out of his mind - it couldn’t be her. She was his Teach, his friend, not someone he loved. Besides, even in the slim case that he did, she was nowhere to be found. None of his contacts or search parties have found her, and his spies have said that - unless Edelgard was being incredibly careful or sneaky - Byleth hadn’t been taken prisoner.

But if her body hadn’t been found, and she hadn’t been taken prisoner, where the hell was she? It had been nearly a year and a half since she disappeared, and there was still no sign of her. It bugged him more than he cared to admit. Some part of him wanted to rush out to the monastery and look for her himself, but he just didn’t have the time.

Sighing, Claude closed the books, stood up, returned them. As much as he was like to take some time off for himself for a while longer and solve this mystery, he still had work to do. He could figure out who he loved later.

The next few months flew by, filled with arguing and paperwork and politics and flowers. The fits grow worse, and he finds himself coughing up more and more flower petals each time, and he starts to wonder what would kill him first; the Empire, the flowers, or politics.

Near the end of the third year since the fall of Garreg Mach, he had coughed up his first full flower. For a while, he tried to himself that it was just his eyes playing tricks on him; after all, coughing up full flowers couldn’t be a good sign. He had come to accept that Byleth was, in fact, the person he fell in love with. But with the fact they were still missing, he didn’t know what to do next. After all, it wasn’t like she could return his feelings if she were dead.

Claude realized what he was thinking, then, shook his head. Even though he couldn’t find her, he refused to believe she was dead. Flowers or no, there was still so much he had to say to her, and he wanted her to see his accomplishments. He wanted her back, wanted her so he wouldn’t feel so alone and overwhelmed. If she were there, this war would be close to ending, possibly even over already.

But she wasn’t. And that hurt worse than he could put into words. He wasn’t sure which hurt worse; the flowers or the loneliness.

Another year passed by, and there was still more paperwork. Count Gloucester was slowly shrinking his borders as the Empire continued to fight against what remained of the Kingdom. Rumors had started to spread of someone going around and killing Imperial officers, generals, and commanders. For a while, he had hoped it was Byleth. But the reports said that the murders were vicious like they’d been killed by a monster, rather than human hands. Besides, if it was Byleth, Claude was sure that she would’ve come to the Alliance, searched for him, and if not him, then the other Deers. Surely she couldn’t be the one going around doing all this, right?

Still, there were no answers. Still, she hadn’t been found, though it did make Claude wonder; if Teach died, would he still be coughing up flowers? Would they still grow, or would the wilt and die, and would he be free? He didn’t know; he didn’t know if he wanted to. If it was the latter, and the coughing did stop, or the flowers wilted, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to live with it. Living with the flowers was bad, but living without Teach was hard already. At least this way, he knows that she could still be alive. He didn’t know how, he just knew. It was what he’d been telling himself since she disappeared, that she was alive.

Besides, Claude figured as he signed off on a request to deliver more soldiers to House Ordelia, if anyone could cheat death, it would be Teach. He’d seen her cut a hole in the sky with her sword and step out from... wherever the hell Solon had put her. Surely someone like that wouldn’t let herself fall to the sharp end of a blade so easily.

Only a year remained before he and the Deer were scheduled to meet back at the Monastery. Millenium festival or no, Claude would be going; he had made a promise, and he was going to see it through. He could only hope that everyone else could make it, too. Even Teach, wherever the hell she was, doing whatever the hell she was doing. Especially Teach.

Claude almost chuckled at that; if he hadn’t coughed up more flower petals, he just might’ve of. Even now, four years after he’d unofficially graduated, two years after he realized he loved her, he still called her Teach. It slid off his tounge as easily as schemes and promises and lies did. He wouldn’t be surprised, though, if - when they all met - the other Deer still called Byleth professor as well. Because that was what she’d been to them; a professor, a mentor, someone they could trust and turn to.

Even when the monastery was in the midst of betrayals and lies and death, he and the Deer still trusted Teach with all their hearts. Someone like that couldn’t be dead; he wouldn’t accept it, not yet. If she returned to the Monastery in one year, he might be able to start working towards the dream he had held onto all these years, and maybe he could bring her with him. If she didn’t, well... he shuddered to think about it.

So, he held out hope, catching the petals that fell from his mouth and nose all the meanwhile.

The next year passed by both fast enough that he couldn’t savor it, and yet slow enough that he was in agony, waiting for the promised day of the Deer’s return to Garreg Mach.

Claude had kept up the search parties while he waited, hoping he wouldn’t have to resort to Teach showing up at Garreg Mach in order to know he was alive. But he started planning as well, wasting what few hours of sleep he got concocting schemes and plans against the Empire. That way, if Teach did show up, he might be able to launch an attack against the Empire before Edelgard tested his mettle as a leader. Return or no, Claude still made up schemes, still planned to go after the Empire before they could go after him.

Sure, having Teach there would help him considerably more; if he could convince Teach to lead the Knights of Serios in Rhea’s place, that meant he could have more soldiers fighting for him. But either way, he was going to fight, for not only the dreams he’d spent so long working on but for his friends. He couldn’t bear to see them fall. His first plan was to regain control of Garreg Mach. That way, he could have a base that much closer to the Empire. Not only was it in a strategically-great location, but he held many fond memories of it as well, and that adventurous part of him longed to walk the halls of it once more.

The attacks had grown worse, however. Claude had started coughing up flowers at an alarming rate, more blood spilling from his mouth each time, the petals growing in number. He coughed up two full flowers two days in a row, with a few more scattered in the mix. If the other nobles at the Roundtable hadn’t already noticed the fact he was excusing himself from the conferences more often than not, they would soon. The Millenium festival couldn’t get here soon enough; he didn’t need the other nobles thinking he was incompetent.

Finally, though, there was less than a week before the Millenium Festival. His mind had started to turn away from politics and arguing as the festival drew near, occupied with schemes galore. And yet, despite knowing that there was a slim chance that Teach was dead, he felt... almost happy. The fits seemed to ease, too, and he was surprised the first time he made it through a conference without excusing himself to hide his attack. He felt like he could breathe, like that large gap between him and his dream had shrunk.

Claude could only hope that it lasted, though. He didn’t want his good mood to be ruined by Teach not returning.

The day before he was festival, Claude made a trip over to the kitchen and, with the help of some kitchen boys, made Teach’s favorite food; Pickled Rabbit skewers. It was one of his favorite foods, and he’d often seen Teach having it when eating at the dining hall. He hoped - no, he knew - that they could share the meal, just like they did when they were students. It would make it seem like there was at least something right.

He spent the rest of his day with Nader, prepping him for all the shit the other nobles would throw at him while he was away, then packed his bags. Once night fell, he went out to the stables, where Suyen, his wyvern, waited for him. He attached his bags to the wyvern, then climbed on.

A coughing fit seized him as he did, and he doubled forward, hands shaking and red-splattered petals falling onto his hands. Luckily for him, no-one but Suyen was around, and the wyvern made a noise that sounded like worry. Once his fit had stopped, Claude reached forward and rubbed the wyvern’s head with his clean hand, shaking off the petals stuck to his glove. They flittered to the ground, and Claude sighed, grabbed Suyen’s reins.

Soon, he thought to himself as he took off, the sound of beating wings loud in the silent night. Soon, I’ll see Teach, and then I can get rid of this damn illness. Then, he could start towards his dream, Teach at his side. She was alive, he knew it. He could feel it in his bones, in his heart. All he had to do was survive long enough to tell her.

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Blooms [Chapter 2]

AO3 | FFN

[Chapter 1]

Summary: Summary: At the start of every year, individuals across Fódlan suffering from unrequited love develop an illness known as Hanahaki disease, where they cough up flowers symbolizing just who they had feelings for.

Or, a Dimigard Hanahaki AU.

It had been a year since Edelgard had launched her attack against Archbishop Rhea, and with the disappearance of Professor Byleth, there had been opposition to her advances but nothing the empire’s armies couldn’t handle. At first, Faerghus had been a thorn in her side, but the death of Dimitri and instatement of Cornelia had managed to at least temporarily reduce her problems from three to two. Admittedly, she regretted the fact that Dimitri had to die, her feelings for him had not managed to lessen since she’d learned he had been her childhood best friend, but he had made his choice that night on the Goddess Tower, and she couldn’t let some petty childhood feelings stop her plans.

There was no room for childish sentimentality or his naive views of the world, not anymore. Not so long as the Church of Seiros still stood.

So she’d done her mourning in private and moved on, which brought her to the next phase of the war: quieting the Leicester Alliance and their dissent. She looked over the reports Hubert had brought her with mild interest, noting down which lords she might be able to use to help tear the alliance apart faster. Perhaps she could talk to Claude as well, their goals were similar, and he might be willing to…

As her mind busied itself with thoughts of the war, she felt a tickle in her throat, letting out a light cough.

Perhaps she was growing ill. Edelgard shrugged and returned to her research, not giving anymore thought to the cough beyond a note to catch some rest.

Perhaps if she had, she would have noticed the small blue anemone petals that had appeared seemingly out of nowhere on the table.

-x-

“Lady Edelgard, I have the books you’ve asked for.” The past two weeks had been nothing but hell for Edelgard as Hanahaki season had once more come into full bloom. For the first time in her entire memory, she had been afflicted by the terrible disease. And none of it made sense.

She was sure the only person she had any feelings regarding whatsoever had been Dimitri, which given the wide array of blue flower petals that had been expelled lined up with her theory, but as far as she knew the object of your affection had to be alive in order for your unrequited love to be a problem. As far as she knew, he was dead.

Which was why she’d requested Hubert bring her books on Hanahaki disease. She coughed after accepting the book, releasing some blue rose petals. “Thank you Hubert, you’re dismissed for now.”

Hubert hesitated for a second, as though he wanted to say something more. “Very well.” He placed a small vial on the desk, next to the book that Edelgard was reading. “Ferdinand suggested I bring this to you, he remembered a stall near the monastery that sold it, and how it used to help Dimitri with his illness.” At the mention of Dimitri’s name, Edelgard coughed up more petals, this time those of a daffodil. “Lady Edelgard–”

“I’m fine, Hubert.” Edelgard raised her hand before looking over the small amount of potion. “I remember he used to take this. He mentioned it to me when he mentioned he was suffering from the affliction.” Deciding she could at least use a few hours where bloody petals wouldn’t erupt from her lungs, she downed the medication. “I appreciate your concern. Tell Ferdinand I say thank you.” The noble was still a pest, but at least he had his moments like now.

“As you wish.” And with that, Hubert left, leaving Edelgard to her research as she started pouring over the books.

-x-

It had taken three days for Edelgard to finish going through all the available research on Hanahaki disease, and in those three days it became more and more clear there was only one explanation for what was going on with her.

The facts had been simple, it was only possible to show symptoms of Hanahaki if the subject of your unrequited love was still alive.

Meaning after all of this, Dimitri was still alive.

Whether she was disappointed by his survival, or relieved that things between them may not have been completely pointless, Edelgard couldn’t say, but she did know that regardless of her feelings on Dimitri living she had to find him and deal with his survival herself. And so upon the realization she had loaded up her travel bag with as many vials of the Hanahaki suppressant as possible, and set off across the continent for evidence of wherever Dimitri may have been hiding.

For a while, it had seemed like chasing down rumors of what had happened to Dimitri might as well have been a wild goose chase. The overthrown king had either done his best to vanish entirely, or had his three close friends doing a better job than she could have ever imagined when it came down to hiding him.

It wasn’t until one night, in a town not far from the Adrestian Empire’s borders, she heard rumors of an abandoned building no men dared to settle in due to the beast that wore a man’s face hiding within that Edelgard decided she had finally found the lead she was looking for. Clutching Amyr tightly in her hands, Edelgard emerged from her horse and into the building in front of her.

The sight she saw tugged at her heartstrings, and in spite of the medication she had taken, she felt the resounding urge to cough as vines clung to her throat, begging for the petals to escape.

For in front of her was the former King Dimitri. His once well maintained blond hair had grown out considerably in the year since she had once seen him, starting to fall towards his chin. Something had likely happened to his eye in his escape from Cornelia, as he now covered it with an eye patch. A ragged breathing shook his blue cloak that he had huddled underneath. He looked absolutely horrible, but that wasn’t what had almost made Edelgard wince in shock at what she saw.

What broke Edelgard was the single eye that was not covered by the eyepatch. Those weren’t the eyes of the living, they were the eyes of somebody already dead. Dimitri may have been breathing, but inside he had already died.

For all she could tell, Dimitri was staring right through her, seemingly uninterested in the cloaked figure that was standing in front of him, but as she stepped closer he’d gripped his lance, pointing it at Edelgard. “Do not take another step closer if you value your life.”

It was likely, judging by the threat, Dimitri had expected her to stop, perhaps to flee. But if there was anything her shortened lifespan had taught her, it was that Edelgard wasn’t bothered by the idea of her own death. “Dimitri.” She stepped towards him, watching him stiffen.

“Edelgard?” He stared at her in shock, as though trying to reconcile her under her cloak with the woman who was well on her way to becoming the empress of all of Fódlan. For a moment, she saw the boy she remembered from the academy, but it hadn’t lasted long before the bitter tone that he’d threatened her with earlier returned. “No, you’re just one of the phantoms haunting me, all because I couldn’t save you from the dark path you’d left me for.”

His words stung. Edelgard couldn’t deny that as she took another step closer. “I’m not a ghost coming to haunt you.”

At her answer, Dimitri barked out a laugh. It was uncomfortable, so unlike anything she’d have thought him able to make. “Of course you’re not.” For the first time, she got the feeling that he was actually looking at her. “You couldn’t be satisfied with me out of the way forever, is that it, finally decided to put me out of my misery.”

Perhaps that would have been a kinder fate then leaving him alive, given his state. She swallowed down another cough, unwilling to show any sort of weakness. “No. I have not Dimitri.”

“Then I suppose it’s the opposite then.” A grin crossed Dimitri’s face, a deranged grin that left Edelgard worried for her own safety. “If you’re not here to kill me, then that must be a sign that it’s time to separate your head from your neck.”

“Dima–”

“You have no right to use that name anymore.” The sting of the rejection from her former friend hurt, not just emotionally, but she felt a burn in her chest as she began coughing once more, letting out a mass of anemones, even in spite of the suppressant that still should have been doing its job.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. For both of them, it had just become painfully clear why Edelgard had decided to show up and find him.

She wouldn’t let him stop her from forming a united Fódlan, but that didn’t stop her from loving him even now.

Suddenly Dimitri was laughing again. Unlike the first, which had been aggressive, this laugh made her feel tense, like Dimitri had finally lost the last threads of his sanity. “Of course it would be something like this. So many years of enduring the Hanahaki disease only to finally be rid of it to see the very person I was in love with suffering from the same affliction for me now.”

“I’m painfully aware of the situation I’m in, Dimitri.” She didn’t need his jeers or laughs. They only made things worse, in her opinion.

“If you were looking for some form of heartfelt confession, you won’t have it.” Dimitri looked almost disgusted that the petals expelling themselves from her lungs came from her love for him. “I feel nothing but hatred and disgust for you.”

“I understand that you disagreed with me about the war, b–”

Once again, she was cut off. “The war? You think this is about your forsaken war?” The sheer anger in his voice convinced her to keep her mouth shut aside from some coughs and scattered petals. “Fódlan could burn for all I care about its fate. This is about getting revenge so they’ll finally be at rest.”

There it was again, the second reference to those dead as though they were still with him. “What are you talking about, Dimitri?”

“You were responsible for the Tragedy of Duscur. You and the rest of your empire of monsters.”

Oh.

She gripped Amyr tighter to her, wanting to be prepared in case Dimitri lashed out again. “I had nothing to do with the Tragedy of Duscur.”

“Lies! You’re the Flame Empreror. It could only be you.”

She had only one shot at this. Had he not believed her, had he proven himself to be the King of Delusions as he showed himself to be right now, then she would have no choice but to rid the world of him once and for all. “What you say is true, I am the Flame Emperor, but while I am working with those who orchestrated the events that transpired at Duscur, I was not the cause.” Dimitri remained deathly silent, as though waiting for her to continue. “Dimitri, think back to that night we last spoke on the Goddess Tower.”

“What about it?” He hadn’t attacked her yet. That was good.

“Dimitri, during the Tragedy of Duscur I was still undergoing the experiments to give me a second crest.” She summoned the Crest of Flames to her hand once more, watching his reaction as recognition of the moment she was talking about flickered across his face. “I couldn’t have anything to do with its planning.”

“Yet you admit to working with those very same people. You expect me to believe you’re better than them?” Loathe as Edelgard was to admit it, Dimitri had a valid point. Thankfully, one she was prepared to go against.

“I don’t,” she said simply. “But they’re simply tools. Once I’ve finished taking down the church I plan on taking them down as well.” The truth was, she had no way of confirming that her uncle had anything to do with the Tragedy of Duscur, but she couldn’t put it past him to have had something to do with it at least. “They’ve controlled all of this from the beginning, and hurt both of us. Some justice must be served, but they are also powerful. To not take advantage of them would be drawing out this war for no reason.”

Dimitri remained skeptical, just as he had all those years ago. “What do you gain from telling me all this?”

Well her life, for one, but she didn’t say it out loud. “Ignoring the fact that I’m unable to get rid of my...feelings for you, you’re a powerful fighter. If we worked together, we could stop them for good.” She extended her hand out. She’d placed all her cards out on the table. If he was still interested in killing her, she’d have to take him down like the animal he had become, both to stop the flowers from consuming her lungs and out of mercy for what he had become.

He was silent, as though weighing his options before grabbing her hand. Edelgard let out an inaudible sigh of relief. “I will serve at your side until my revenge is complete.”

In spite of the fact that he wasn’t trying to kill her anymore, it was clear that for the moment revenge against Those Who Slither was going to be the only thing keeping Dimitri around.

But that was okay. It was a step up, and for now, that was enough.

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Fandom Search (+ a Little Original)

A Little About Me:

I'm well over 18, and as such only play with people 18+. No exceptions.

I only write over email. No, you will not convince me to move to discord. I will chat ooc over discord, though.

I'm looking for a few posts a week that are substantial in length (3+ paragraphs, please). Anything less and I lose interest.

While I'm happy to double up it's not an absolute necessity if we're playing a canon/canon pair(s) or if you're willing to play a canon for my OC.

M/F, F/F, M/M -- I'm good with it all, including characters that fall out of the binary or gender norms.

I don't fade to black. Please be okay writing out smut. I wouldn't say I'm only looking for smutty threads, but I wouldn't turn them down either x: Please let me know how you want to balance plot + smut. Any underage characters would be aged up accordingly.

I'm down for AU plots if you have ideas, or if you have ideas in general. Let's make something we both enjoy!

I'm open to the idea of poly relationships, love triangles/polygons, etc.

I am not the partner for you if you only play bottoms/women/OCs. I genuinely do not understand people who claim they 'can't do it'.

Characters in bold are ones I want to play. If neither is bolded, I'm open to playing either! PLEASE NOTE that I won't just write a canon for your OC. We'll double up for canon/OC pairs or play a single canon/canon that we both want to play. I've only included lists of canons I'll play for your reference and ease.

If anything below is unclear or you have questions, please don't hesitate to ask!

Dragon Age Tevinter Nights has dragged me back down into the depths of this fandom ;v; I'm familiar with all three games and their associated DLCs, all the novels, and all of the comics except for Blue Wraith. Please refer to the list below regarding characters I'm comfortable playing; you can certainly ask for someone else, but these are the characters I feel strongest writing. Please also note I will not write Cullen. Something in a current Thedas (i.e. post-Inquisition/Trespasser) would be greatly preferred.

Solas/f!Trevelyan Inquisitor

Strife/f!OC

Lucanis/f!OC

Viago/OC ??

Alistair/OC

Morrigan/OC

Zevran/OC

Anders/OC

Fenris/OC

Abelas/OC

Dorian/m!OC

Varric/OC

Fire Emblem: Three Houses I've finished the main three routes (Azure Moon, Verdant Wind, & Crimson Flower), but not Silver Snow, and I've also completed the Ashen Wolves DLC. I would honestly prefer not to double here unless you want to play multiple pairs from the list below. I'm more than happy to include side pairings, or at the very least entertain the idea of other canon/canon pairs if you have something in mind. That said, please don't be offended if I decline a pair you want to play.

Dimitri/f!Byleth

Sylvain/Felix

Hubert/Ferdinand

Claude/m!Byleth

Glenn/Miklan

Yuri/f!Byleth

Mr. Love: Queen's Choice I'm mostly caught up, though I think I still have a couple of chapters to get through; not being spoiled would be greatly appreciated. Canon/OC only, please.

Lucien/f!OC

Victor/f!OC

Gavin/OC

Kiro/OC

Mystic Messenger I've played every route though not every dlc (notably the Rika back-story). I have No Desire to include Rika in any meaningful capacity; please do not ask. I would also prefer if there is no real 'MC' but rather our OCs. You miiight talk me into a canon/canon pair, though I will be incredibly picky. Canon/OC is more my interest for this particular fandom.

Jumin/f!OC

V/f!OC

Saeran/f!OC

Jaehee/OC

Yoosung/OC

Zen/OC

Seven/OC

Vanderwood/OC

Persona 5 (+ Royal) I've literally just beaten royal and my motivation is super high! Please also note that I'd be more than happy to write just about any of the Phantom Thieves or one of the confidants for your OC(s) in return for you writing one of the characters I've indicated below. I'm also down to talk canon/canon pairs if that is your preference, though please note I will not write Futaba, Yusuke, or Akechi (the only exception to Akechi is if he's paired with Akira).

Akira/Akechi (craving this the most right now tbh)

Akira/Maruki

Akira/Yusuke

Akechi/OC

Yusuke/OC

Akira/OC

Original I have a character that I'd really like to write in a quasi feudal Japanese setting. He's a commoner who befriended a noble boy in his youth, but their village is so far-removed from politics and war plaguing the country that neither find out about the other boy's nobility until his father dies and he's summoned to take up his rightful place. My character only gets to accompany him because the noble boy all-but-demands it. Personality-wise, my character is a very stoic, sacrificing man. He's politically sharp and adept at strategizing, and in time becomes the bodyguard of the noble lord. He's wholly devoted to his lord. I'm very open in terms of how you create your noble lord. I'd personally prefer someone a little more hotheaded and impatient, but it's certainly something we can talk about. M/M in case that wasn't clear. I will admit that my character falls a bit more to the submissive side of things, but I'm more than happy to switch as far as bedroom dynamics are concerned. Themes include: pining, (perceived) unrequited love, political machinations, war, sacrifice, and more. I'm also open to the idea of an A/B/O AU for this as well. BUT WAIT Before you send me that email, please make sure you're including a little information about yourself -- what you want to play, which pairs, your limits, etc. Thank you!

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