#{sylvain used smooch}

[asterisque]

9 + sylvix!

KISSING  MEME  PROMPTS:

"Feeeeliiiix!!!!!" And here comes a dishevelled Sylvain, armor, weapon and visible skin muddy and bloody, running with his arms wide open, towards Felix. That battle was finally over and the ginger couldn't wait to see the other again after the Professor decided to have them fight separately this time!

It never happened before!!

Sylvain was over the moon when he finally spotted that grumpy face among all the soldiers gathered here and he started running, not stopping until he sweeped the guy off the floor, high enough to be able to kiss his whole face in delight.

"Felix! I'm. So. Happy. To. See. You!!!!" Each words was punctuated by little pecks on Felix's face, the knight totally ignoring any resistance the swordsman would shove at him. He was way too thankful to have him in his arms again to care!

And he didn't let go until someone (probably Ingrid) dragged them to camp for some well-deserved rest (Felix still in Sylvain's arms all the way).

[mossymandibles]

durja's new look Is Fire! Hey One questione: you said that her species' upper lip is more like a beak. how does she kiss people? Is difficult for her to eat since the beak doesnt stretch like mouth muscles would?

Thank you! ^-^ and thanks for your curiosity, I’ve got some info here!

It’s more like a thick keratin covering that grows over an existing upper lip, so they still got all the facial muscles underneath, with a few changes ofc, mostly with talking in ‘common tongue’ as you can probably imagine. Their mouth expressions are done more with the corners of their mouth or clicking. They can file their beak down, paint it, etc. Durja’s beak is more of a grey but she’ll color it black (She used to do this with permanent markers but the smell would make her nauseous).

It’s just an all around good tool. Durja will usually refuse to use scissors or cutlery knives.

Instead of traditional kissing, Furies are known to nuzzle or groom their partners. This doesn’t stop Sylvaine from smooching ofc.

[baronaliswritingcorner]

Fódlan Flufflets #25: Popular (Felix/Bernadetta)

A parting gift before my two-week retreat -- the return of Fódlan Flufflets!

In honor of the #ChooseYourLegends results, have some #Felibern -- my very first, in fact! Please enjoy this latest slice of my patented Fódlan anachronism. ---

Felix had endured countless humiliations in the maelstrom of agony that was his life. Losing spars to classmates and veteran knights alike. Falling for Glenn’s mischievous pranks, guised as “coming of age” rituals. Enduring the second-hand embarrassment that was Sylvain’s skirt-chasing.

All soul-crushing in their own ways, but experience ingrained a budding humility that’d bloomed into his adulthood years, and he’d learned to brush off such embarrassments like the pitiful swings of a fresh Fraldarius troop.

This, however, was the final straw. Not even a day into their vacation at Derdriu, and they were greeted with the culture shock that was the city periodical’s headline:  

““SHIPPING WARS” RUN RAMPANT -- “FELIBERN” OUTPACES THE LIKES OF “DIMILETH”, “SYLVGRID”, “FERDITHEA” and “LEORENZ” IN NEW POLL DECIDING FÓDLAN’S CUTEST COUPLE!”

And that was how, after being chased by hordes of screeching fangirls, Felix and his wife found themselves holed up in Derdriu’s fanciest inn. The screams of adoring fans and invasive paparazzi buzzed incessantly outside their window like a sea of hungry gnats, swarming the Aquatic Capital and descending upon their refuge -- their cheers and demands invasive as they were utterly confounding.

“FE-LI-BERN! FE-LI-BERN!! FEEL THE BERN!!!”

“WE KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE! COME OUT AND SMOOCH FOR US!”

“CAN YOU COMMENT ON THE RUMORS SURROUNDING LADY BERNADETTA’S PREGNANCY?”

Cornered, exhausted, and utterly defeated, Felix’s face rested firmly in his palms – not merely because of the egregious invasion of privacy, or the impossible likelihood of escape, but because of one unfathomable variable he’d never have predicted.

“Ehehehehe,” giggled his wife. “Oh my gosh, Felix! Look! They drew us as little kitties! And we’re snuggling!”

No, it was because after all the screaming and hiding ceased once all the facts were laid bare, Felix came to the horrifying realization that Bernadetta actually liked it.

“Bernie’s never won at anything,” marveled Bernie, “but Cutest Couple in Fódlan? Hehe! It’s funny because it’s true! Bernie prevails!”

“Please stop,” moaned Felix.

“But look at all the competition!” said Bernadetta as she thumped her chest. “We beat out Ashette, Mercedue, Cysithea, and, and-”

“Yes, I read the article.”

“Ehehehe, do you know what this means? We have fans!” said Bernadetta with a squeal. She unlocked the window and waved outside. “Yes, hello! Bernie sees you!”

Wincing at the deafening roar, Felix yanked her back inside and slammed the window shut. “Don’t encourage them. And since when were you such a social butterfly?”

“Oh, don’t be such a spoilsport, Felix!” said Bernadetta with a pout – shaking her arms in that familiar display of protest. “C’mon, didn’t you see the artwork? They’ve got some serious talent!”

Shoving the paper into his face, Felix was met once more with the paper’s meticulously detailed header image: the two Fraldariuses, engaged in a wistful liplock amidst glowing fireflies in a moonlit forest; a menagerie of doe-eyed woodland critters surrounding their tryst with palpable adoration.

Felix composed himself with a deep sigh. “Last I checked,” he said with an elaborate exhale, “our marriage wasn’t out for display. I don’t know how this whole nonsense started, but once we get back, I’ll appeal directly to Dimitri for an immediate ban on this so-called ‘shipping’.”

“Oh, come on – it’s all in good fun! Here, check these out,” said Bernadetta as she flashed a collection of paper-thin tomes, their covers decorated with amorous embraces and lovelorn looks courtesy of Fódlan’s top couple.

Felix nearly hurled. “What are--wait, where’d you even get those-”

“Oh, some fans shoved them into my hands while you were swinging your sword at those journalists – I think they’re called ‘zines’? Let’s see: there’s “Arrows and Swords” – it’s full of little stories about us! – and this one’s called “Violet Dreams and Azure Courage” – chock-full of pictures; see, I’m a mermaid! -- and this is…um, I’m not sure what the “18+” stands for, but it’s called “Steamy Fraldarius Nights” and--oh my-”

Ripping that last one out of his wife’s hands, Felix threw the offending zine to the floor and smote it with a Thunder spell. “Look, we came here for a retreat,” said Felix, incredulous at reminding Bernadetta – Bernadetta! -- of the values of privacy. “How do you expect us to relax if we’re constantly entertaining the delusions of these obsessed goons?”

Bernadetta pouted as she crossed her arms. “Well, you can say what you like, but they’re not leaving!”

“Then I’ll make them,” said Felix as he marched to the window and swung it wide open. “People of Deirdru, may you promise to leave us alone once I give you what your pathetic hearts desire!”

“WE HEAR YOU LOUD AND CLEAR, LORD FRALDARIUS!”

“Felix?” said Bernadetta as her husband pulled her to the window, “what are you-”

Immediately swinging Bernadetta to his front, Felix elaborately dipped his wife out the window and gave the entirety of Derdriu front-row seats to a passionate kiss.

The city shook with a rumbling roar – the raw power of nerd fandom rippling the very air itself, enduring even as they pulled apart.

Bernadetta flushed crimson, reduced to lovestruck babble. “N-no fair.”

Felix grinned roguishly. “Just promise me you won’t wound Lorenz’s pride by rubbing our victory in his face, and I won’t embarrass you further.”

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[askhubertvonvestra]

Hubert can i PLEASE smooch you

Absolutely not. I have no idea who you are, and you would ask for that? The very thought is absurd. If you are that eager to participate in such a pointless act, I suggest you find Sylvain. 

[demuradonna]

every time i’m reminded that hilda is only 5′0″ i scream because she can literally use anyone in the damn monastery as a cloaking device.

[nessblessed-moved]

smooches the professor, mwah

@deslionsdesaphir

“This won’t give you extra credit, Sylvain. Now, don’t you have stable duty to be attending to?”

[covered-in-kisses]

Smoocher or Smooched?: FE3H

Here we go! Mix of three of my favorite things; lipstick kisses, character analysis, and ranking.

If you like this, hit me with an ask with another game/show/etc, and I might just do it!

Black Eagles

Edelgard- Embarrassed Smooched

She’s one hell of a girlboss, but not very well versed in the ways of affection. She’d do pretty well keeping it together, but there’d be no hiding that blush.

Most likely to be smooched by: Dorothea, Byleth, Constance

Likely scenarios: Dorothea trying to get her to lighten up, Constance glomping her upon receiving peerage in the Empire

Hubert- Annoyed Smooched

One spooky dude, but if there’s someone close enough to him, or brave enough to try it, he’d be a bit flustered, but he’d be more annoyed that he’d have to clean himself up.

Most likely to be smooched by: Dorothea

Likely scenario: Dorothea being a scamp

Ferdinand- Heart Eyes Smooched

For as beautiful a man as he is, he’s one huge dork. After a lovely lady puts bunches of kisses on his face, I’d be surprised if he didn’t start floating.

Most likely to be smooched by: Dorothea, Mercedes, Hilda, Manuela, Constance

Likely scenario: His gf/wife being touched by a very sweet gesture of his

Linhardt- Aloof Smooched

He’s most likely to receive some while he’s napping as a prank. Would he even notice? Would he care if/when he did? Who can say?

Most likely to be smooched by: Dorothea, Annette, Lysithea, Hapi

Likely scenario: Got caught sleeping

Caspar- Embarrassed Smooched

We know from his A-Support with Hilda that he’s the littlest himbo. I’d infer that he’s not very well versed in romance, so a bunch of kisses would fluster him.

Most likely to be smooched by: Dorothea, Annette, Hilda

Likely scenario: Dorothea playing the part of an embarrassing big sister, Hilda breaking through his himbo shield.

Bernadetta- Embarrassed Smooched

Fairly obvious, I think. Very shy, easily flustered, poor self image, so receiving genuine affection from people she admires would turn her into a tomato right quick.

Most likely to be smooched by: Dorothea, Yuri

Likely scenario: Dorothea figures out Bernie can be bribed with affection and will coax her out of her room with the promise of smooches.

Dorothea- Master Smoocher

Very flirty, very affectionate, very caring, very emotionally intelligent. She knows who to smooch, when to smooch, and how much to smooch to get her desired effect. Nobody is safe, especially not her fellow Black Eagles.

Most likely to smooch: Every Black Eagle, Felix, Ingrid, Manuela

Likely scenario: [DATA EXPUNGED]

Petra- Amused Smooched

She’s just trying to have fun with her Fodlan friends and getting a bunch of kisses from a friend would be a little embarrassing, but largely funny. She’d have a good laugh seeing her face in the mirror.

Most likely to be smooched by: Dorothea

Likely scenario: Dorothea gives her a demonstration of the dangers of wearing lipstick

Blue Lions

Dimitri- Embarrassed Smooched

Another beautiful dork, this guy has more in common with Bernadetta in this regard than Ferdinand though. Imagine if the girl from his B-Support with Sylvain caught him. He’d be a mess.

Most likely to be smooched by: Annette, Hapi, Unnamed Garreg Mach Resident

Likely scenario: The girl from his B-Support with Sylvain managed to put a few on him before he escaped into Sylvain’s room

Dedue- Embarrassed Smooched

Not used to it, wouldn’t hate it, but would worry about the reputations of his smoochers than his own.

Most likely to be smooched by: Annette

Likely scenario: Annette forgets she’s wearing lipstick and welcomes him home enthusiastically

Felix- Annoyed Smooched

He’d be embarrassed, but also upset by his smoocher’s giggles, the fact that he’d have to use his sweat rag to clean the lipstick off his face, and the fact that he couldn’t use that rag to wipe his sweat without smearing the lipstick back onto his face.

Most likely to be smooched by: Dorothea, Annette, Mercedes, Flayn

Likely scenario: Annette forgets... again.

Ashe- Embarrassed Smooched

A genuine good boi, no matter how deserved the kisses might be, it’d certainly make him blush.

Most likely to be smooched by: Annette, Mercedes, Hapi, Petra

Likely scenario: Hapi flusters him for her own amusement

Sylvain- Cocky Smooched

Ah, my least favorite category. This dude was actually carrying around lipstick to give to some lady. Tragically, it probably worked out for him.

Most likely to be smooched by: Dorothea, Mercedes, Ingrid, Hilda

Likely scenario: Hilda decides to humor him, someone actually legitimately falls for his ploy

Mercedes- Sweet Smoocher

She’s as sweet as the stuff she bakes and the way she loves the people around her shows it. It doesn’t matter whether she’s thanking you for a gift, fooling around with a friend, or just being particularly happy to see someone, she will put a dozen kisses on someone and make them feel all warm inside.

Most likely to smooch: Ferdinand, Felix, Ashe, Annette, Ingrid, Cyril, Constance

Likely scenario: Annette is being too darn cute!

Annette- Bubbly Smoocher

She’s quite cheery, friendly, and a bit silly. She’d smooch up someone’s face for any number of reasons, including accidentally, but she wouldn’t be all that shy about doling out the affection when she thinks the situation calls for it.

Most likely to smooch: Linhardt, Caspar, Dedue, Felix, Mercedes, Ingrid

Likely scenario: She forgot she was wearing it.

Ingrid- Embarrassed Smooched

She’s about as much a fan of having lipstick kissed onto her as she is having it applied normally. So when one of her more fashionable friends leaves some big fat ones on her face, she’d oddly feel the shame of defeat and want to wash them off as soon as she could.

Most likely to be smooched by: Dorothea, Mercedes, Annette, Yuri

Likely scenario: Annette and Mercie us unorthodox methods to get her to try makeup, Yuri thanks her for cooking for him, Dorothea being silly

Golden Deer

Claude- Neutral Smooched

A suave smooth-talker he is, but not immune to all types of feminine charms. That being said, his reaction would be largely dependent on who is doing the smooching.

Most likely to be smooched by: Annette

Likely scenario: A scheme of his works a little too well.

Lorenz- Annoyed Smooched

He may fancy himself a lady’s man, but those pesky noble standards wouldn’t make him the best sport when on the receiving end of kiss marks. He’d be flustered, but it’d be kind of difficult to enjoy it because he’d promptly scold the perpetrator(s).

Most likely to be smooched by: Dorothea, Hilda

Likely scenario: Dorothea and/or Hilda pretend to be swayed by his charms only to annoy him.

Raphael- Amused Smooched

The biggest himbo around would be a bit flustered about the affection, but the moment he saw himself in a mirror, he’d burst out laughing. What a guy!

Most likely to be smooched by: Hilda, Ingrid

Likely scenario: Hilda wonders if he has capable of being seduced by feminine wiles and not food.

Ignatz- Embarrassed Smooched

Guy has a low-key panic attack when you agree to marry him, and that’s when he’s grown up! So getting kissed up by anyone he considers out of his league (probably everyone in the main cast) he’d become a tomato.

Most likely to be smooched by: Petra, Mercedes, Hilda, Flayn

Likely scenarios: Petra puts one under his eye to match her tattoo and just keeps going, Flayn is absolutely floored by one of his tales of St. Cethleann.

Lysithea- Annoyed Smooched

I might’ve put her in a smoocher category, if I hadn’t remembered how hard Claude goes to get on her nerves. Even if the likes of Hilda and Mercedes wouldn’t smooch her of their own accord, Claude would contract just about anyone to give her kisses and call her cute.

Most likely to be smooched by: Mercedes, Hilda

Likely scenario: Mercie fulfils the role of embarrassing older sister a little too well

Marianne- Embarrassed Smooched

Of all the issues she’s got, receiving too much affection is not one of them. So when she receives a genuine hail of love from someone, embarrassment would be the least dramatic of her potential reactions.

Most likely to be smooched by: Lorenz, Hilda

Likely scenario: Hilda gets fed up with her self-deprecation and decides if Marianne won’t love herself, she’ll do it for her!

Hilda- Master Smoocher

Perhaps not to the degree of Dorothea, but she’s a manipulator and could kiss any reaction she’d like out of someone. Plus she’s legitimately caring and affectionate, so I wouldn’t doubt that she’d just smooch someone up because she wants to.

Most likely to smooch: Ferdinand, Caspar, Sylvain, Lorenz, Marianne, Balthus

Likely scenarios: Coercing Sylvain into doing something for her, aforementioned Marianne love, annoying Lorenz

Leonie- Embarrassed Smooched

I heavily subscribe to the idea that Leonie would be more of a chick magnet than Lorenz thinks he is. Though of all the things Jeralt taught her, romance was not one of them, so when she gets glomped by an admirer or Hilda (who may or may not also be an admirer) gets all silly with smooching her, Leonie wouldn’t know how to react and blush her lipstick-riddled face off.

Most likely to be smooched by: Lorenz, Marianne, Hilda, members of the Leonie fan-club

Likely scenario: Her fan club gets too zealous

Church of Seiros

Seteth- Annoyed Smooched

I’m afraid I can’t really see anyone giving him a faceful of lipstick kisses for any reason other than to prank him.

Most likely to be smooched by: Hilda, Manuela

Likely scenario: Hilda being a scamp

Flayn- Bubbly Smoocher

She’d find the whole thing funny and cute, but she’d need somebody to rope her into a scheme. Also, Seteth would have to be far away.

Most likely to smooch: Linhardt, Felix, Ignatz, Lysithea

Likely scenario: Finds Linhardt napping and gets goofy

Hanneman- Annoyed Smooched

Manuela would torment him by painting his face with kisses when he’s sleeping. Really just par for the course with those two.

Most likely to be smooched by: Manuela, Dorothea, Annette

Likely scenario: Manuela kissing every one of his monocles while he’s sleeping.

Manuela- Master Smoocher

Dorothea plus at least a decade of experience, the intimidation factor of a cougar, and a higher capacity for mischief and spite. She’s a force to be reckoned with. Plus, she’s the only character I know of who rocks orange lipstick. That’s not all that relevant to this topic, I just felt she needed a shout-out for that.

Most likely to smooch: Byleth, Ferdinand, Dorothea, Sylvain, Lorenz, Seteth, Hanneman, Cyril

Likely scenarios: Drunkenly thanks... probably anyone for... any number of things

Gilbert- Amused Smooched

I can’t think of many people who would target him, but those who would would likely cause him to be a good sport about it.

Most likely to be smooched by: Annette, Manuela, his wife

Likely scenario: Annette and his wife welcome him home in a silly way

Alois- Amused Smooched

There cannot be a single person in Garreg Mach who doesn’t know about his wife and kid, so any kisses he receives are almost certainly platonic and give him a good chuckle.

Most likely to be smooched by: His wife, Mercedes

Likely scenario: His wife (who I’m willing to bet is as boisterous as he is) welcomes him home.

Catherine- Heart Eyes Smooched

Now, I have to imagine Catherine has her own mob of fangirls, but this reaction is more in keeping with her infatuation with Rhea, her weakness to Shamir’s charms, and the general assumption of her sub status to both. 

Most likely to be smooched by: Shamir, Rhea

Likely scenarios: Rhea thanks her after a particularly stressful mission, Shamir asserts her dominance

Shamir- Master Smoocher

Now, not nearly to the extent of Manuela and Dorothea mind you, but she’s pragmatic enough to use her charms when it benefits her. Now it’s nowhere near her preferred course of action, but if it’s the best plan for the situation, she won’t hesitate. Be it to seduce a target or to put her blonde partner in her place, she knows a tube of lipstick can be just as useful as a dagger.

Most likely to smooch: Catherine, Cyril

Likely scenario: Cyril claims he can’t be embarrassed, so she gives him a bunch of kisses and has him get something from across the monastery to have him prove it.

Cyril- Annoyed/Embarrassed Smooched

I wanted to avoid a dual-type on this list, but in Cyril’s case it can’t be avoided. On the annoyed side, he wouldn’t take too kindly to a lady unable to resist giving him kisses as a reward for help or because he’s ‘just so cute.’ On the embarrassed side, if a lady he likes and/or respects gives him some, he’d likely be rendered speechless.

Most likely to be smooched by: Lysithea, Shamir, Manuela, Mercedes

Likely scenario: His A-Support with Lysithea ends with a glomp.

Ashen Wolves

Yuri- Master Smoocher

With this man’s non-binary charms, adept use of cosmetics, and talent for espionage? Good goddamn luck.

Most likely to smooch: Bernadetta, Constance, Ingrid

Likely scenario: Annoying Constance is just too fun

Balthus- Cocky Smooched

A himbo who knows he’s hot and is decidedly charming in his self-assurance? Balthus is a unique one. “Debonair King of Grappling” indeed.

Most likely to be smooched by: Constance, Hilda

Likely scenario: “Payment” from Constance

Constance- Bubbly Smoocher/Heart Eyes Smooched

Ok, Constance has to be noted on both ends of the spectrum. Her jolly aristocrat personality would likely use a face full of kisses from a beauty such as her as a reward for service since her noble house doesn’t have the funds or influence to offer. Depending on who she’s thanking, they might actually wear those kisses around as proof of how close they are to nobility.

As for her depressed personality, anyone who gives her a bunch of smooches is almost certainly a god(dess) in her eyes. The only question is whether she’d immediately wash them off as she considers herself unworthy of such affection, or would refuse to clean her face as she wouldn’t dare erase the proof of such magnanimous love.

Most likely to smooch: Balthus, Hapi, Ferdinand, Mercedes

Most likely to be smooched by: Mercedes, Hapi

Likely scenarios: “Rewarding” assistance to House Nuvelle, Mercedes being goofy

Hapi- Mischievous Smoocher

She’s not the most affectionate or flirtatious person, but she is a fan of messing with people, so she could make a target of an embarrassed or annoyed smooched if the mood struck her.

Most likely to smooch: Ashe, Linhardt, Yuri, Balthus

Likely scenario: Flustering knight boy (Ashe,) punishing Linhardt for napping in her favorite spot

[boydiisaster]

Hey sorry if I'm clogging up your inbox dsjfkf you're the only blog who's responded to my FE requests so I keep coming back aaaaa I hope that's okay!!!

Uh anyway another request for you if you aren't too busy: gn!reader who gives back of the hand kisses to the Blue Lions boys?? I think hand kisses are just so soft and they make me 🥺🥺🥺 I wish I had someone to give hand kisses to dskgkfbd (also bc I always see male characters giving hand kisses in fics but boys deserve hand kisses too uwu)

(If you don't want to do all the boys may I ask for Ashe, Felix, and Dimitri specifically? Thank you!!!!! Your writing is amazing and I've read through all your FE requests so many times now aaaaaajsfjgkd)

hand kisses with the blue lion boys

reader: gender neutral, no gendered pronouns used

tw/cw: cussing and flirting

author's note: GOD I'M SUCH A SUCKER FOR GIVING BACK OF THE HAND KISSES LIKE- I JUST WANNA GRACE MY LIPS ACROSS SOMEONE'S KNUCKLES AND GIVE THEM A CHEEKY SMILE BEFORE SMOOCHING THEM HDJDJDJKSDBHD (Also it's totally fine!!! You're like the only other person who requests stuff from me, so I'm always looking forward to hearing your ideas! :3 )

-Dimitri

Wants to tell you how wonderful you are after showing him so much affection, but he's just too embarrassed for words right now.

Grab one of his hands with both of yours and just kiss the fuck out of it.

Dimitri will become so flustered.

Angsty.

"These hands can only kill."

Just kiss his scars, the burn marks from Duscur, tell him how beautiful his hands and himself are, and he'll be over his angst in a second.

-Dedue

Big hands mean more kisses!!!

The one to openly tell you how grateful he is of your sweet antics.

When you grab his hands after a long day of working and kiss the scars that litter his knuckles, he's in heaven.

Give him a big smile before placing a kiss to the back of his hand and he'll become so flustered.

This man loves holding hands with you so much. He's so soft for hand kisses. Please give him lots of those.

Kiss each of his hand scars and tell him how beautiful and amazing he is. He'll love you forever.

-Felix

Probably the softest out of the Blue Lion boys for hand kisses.

His face will turn dark red when you hold his hand up to your lips and press gentle kisses all over his skin.

"Stupid," he'll grumble. "You're stupid."

You're not stupid, please keep kissing him.

Tell him how his hands feel in yours, or how much you enjoy holding/kissing his hands and he'll just melt.

"These hands hold nothing but weapons all day," you murmur against his knuckles. Trailing your kisses up, you stop at his wrist, smiling to yourself.

"Yet they're so gentle with me."

R.I.P Felix.

-Sylvain

The one to try and make it seem sexual.

"Are you trying to seduce me?"

Just keep kissing his knuckles and telling him how amazing and wonderful he is though, and he's soon putty in your hands. His teasing won't last for long.

Ends up crying a bit after you compliment him too much.

"You're so much more than just your crest or your status," you whisper against his hand.

For the love of god please don't stop-

-Ashe

His favorite thing for you to do is when you tenderly take his hand in yours before kissing each and every one of his fingertips, then his knuckles, then the back of his hand, trailing your kisses all the way up to his face before smooching all his freckles, then finally his lips.

The most poetic out of the boys. He reads a lot of books, he'll say the cheesiest things to you while you're smooching the back of his hand.

Get on one knee, take his hand in yours, and place a simple yet sweet kiss to the back of his hand. He'll die on the spot. Soul leaves his body. R.I.P to Ashe, as well.

[threehousesaddict]

Blue Lion Boys Tea Headcanon pt.2

Anonymous asked:

“ Ooooo I’d love to see the “Lavender Blend” one! “

ooo the angsty prompt... is it okay if I write these like they thought they were dead this whole time... imma do it. Let me know if you want anyone other than the blue lion boys!! Here’s the link to the prompt list !! This is a continuation from my x reader head canons btw

no specific spoilers but fair warning!!

Lavender Blend

- What would the reunion after 5 years be like with them?

Dedue ~

man is at a lack of words, like normal, but the tension is different between the two of you

Dedue always thought he was used to losing the people around him but that was still not the case

after losing you, all of those old wounds opened up and left him feeling completely vulnerable but after realizing he could feel that immense pain again, he put up a wall between him and the world, more than ever

seeing you again was so overwhelming he was brought to his knees

you run to him and hold him to you as close as you can, holding onto each other until the pain drifts away

Felix ~

when he sees you, you see him smile for the first time in 5 years, but it’s not a smile you have ever wanted to see

when he found out about your disappearance, he got over it quickly, or tried to make it seem that way to everyone but his words contained more venom than normal

he slowly walks up to you with his head bowed, trying to hide his smile and says,

 “ I swear to the goddess if you tried to die for dignity, I’ll kill you, “ 

you lightly punch him in the arm when he grabs your hand out of the air and repeats himself but this time with tears in his eyes and no longer a smile,

“ I s-swear I would kill you...”

he drops your hand before he clutches you close to his heart with such intensity that feels like he would never let go

Sylvain ~

now this man would absolutely act like he did not give a single crap that you’re back

but in reality he rejected every single woman that came within a mile radius of him, besides Ingrid who totally knew the truth and would bring him hot meals every once and a while and sometimes a swift kick in the ass whenever he needed it

when he sees finally sees you, he tries to act all cool and push his hair back and does his iconic smirk

but the closer you get to him, the more you see the pain in his eyes and watch him fall apart 

tears are streaming down both of your faces while you make every uncomfortable around you with the sheer intensity of your embrace and some smooches

Ashe ~

this poor baby just immediately collapses from your sheer presence

you have to scrape the pile of mush that is your boyfriend off of the monastery floor while saying everything you have wanted to for the past five years which just makes him turn into mush even more

you finally get him off the floor with a little help from unassuming Dedue and then when he stands firmly on his feet, he plants a kiss just as firm and longing on your lips

while this is happening, Dedue makes sure to turn around to give you two some privacy

And last but not least... our boar prince <3

Dimitri ~

he spends multiple weeks not believing you are real even with serious persuasion from the other blue lions

but after he finally comes to terms with it, he becomes crazy unpredictable

some nights he is ridiculously mean and relentless with his insults to make you give up on trying to care about him

and other nights when he is especially tired, his hard exterior cracks just a sliver and he lets out a meek “ thank you for being here “ and then promptly goes back to fake hating your guts so you’ll let him suffer, alone

which you would never do because no matter how much slander he sends your way, you can see it in his eyes that none of it is true and he’s just waiting for when he can handle being loved again

thank you so much for requesting this and making it all the way to the end!! angst definitely takes more brain power but I loved being creative in a more intense setting!!

more of my work like this <3

[gibbledy-gook]

fe3h for the ask game!

The first character I fell in love with: Flayn! She's very sweet and cute and I just want her to he happy and have as many fish dishes as she wishes!

Character I never expected to love: Linhardt! I used to think he was incredibly boring and just another lame, one note character who liked sleeping. And then I saw some of his supports and saw that he's just like. a smooth smug asshole who likes to sleep! why does that improve him for me? I dunno but he's green and gives me gender envy.

The character everybody else loves but I don't: Don't end me but. Bernadetta. For me, she's only really enjoyable after the timeskip. I do like her, but it did take me a while to be fond of her. Also an ex irl ruined her for me :(

Character I love that everybody else hates: Leonie! This fandom has such an annoying talent for judging characters based off one support chain, and Leonie doesn't deserve the hate she gets.

Character I used to love but don't any longer: I'm not as crazy over Ignatz as I used to be, but I definitely don't hate him. He's sweet and very fun, just my third favorite instead of my first.

Character I would totally smooch: Ashe! He is so sweet and I want to be gay with him

Character I'd want to be like: Hm... this is a hard one. Going to have to say Dimitri! He managed to recognize that his behavior wasn't helping anyone, so he did his best to improve and help himself out of that dark spot. I struggle with delusions and paranoia a lot too, so I want to be able to be as strong and kind as he is too!

Character I'd slap: Sylvain! :)!

A pairing I love: Ferdithea! The character growth between both during these supports is phenomenal, and Dorothea deserves a sweet and loving husband who would treat her like everything she's worth and then some.

A pairing I despise: I don't really see the Ferdibert hype tbh :/ Like I get that the dynamic is cute, but the way their supports are written didn't leave any romantic build up until an A+, which was just. "I bought coffee for you" "what". I dunno, I just think there's room for better character development.

[blaydiud]

a kiss on the back of the hand. || He's down on one knee with Dimitri's hand in his own, looking up with a smile. It's meant to be reminiscent of the time he'd pledged his loyalty to the crown years ago, but too many things have changed. They're not draped in blues and golds and all the fineries demanded by the court; they're in their uniforms, half-covered in hay and dirt. But Sylvain winks anyway. His grin stretches wider than it'd done back then, when the margravine had been watching too intently for him to even try. "...Heh. What had the words been again? 'til death do us part?" he teases, chuckling even as he lays a kiss to the back of Dimitri's hand. "I'm kidding, Your Highness."

Free smooches meme

30. a kiss on the back of the hand.

Things always went a little wild during stable duty. It started well- both Dimitri and Sylvain really liked horses and at least the prince didn't mind the smell nor being messy- it was natural, if anything he much rather preferred it than being inside a classroom. Horses made him very happy.

They had just finished cleaning up Duke's stall- slightly bigger than he others since Duke himself was quite the big horse, and so the duo sat down to rest.

Seconds later, a hay fight. Good thing that no one else was inside the stables, Dimitri definitely wasn't looking forwards to having to deal with a letter of his uncle frantically asking him 'why were you and that dude throwing hay at each other in the stables'. There was no explanation, just mindless fun.

But it could also make him look incompetent to the people of the Kingdom, and that was...a problem. But anyway, it didn't happen.

"Sylvain...you are making it seem more like a marriage proposal than a pledge of loyalty, you know." Sylvain had, in fact, put a bunch of hay on to the prince's hair and declared him Hay Prince. Dimitri decided to play along- because it felt like the old times. When they didn't have to worry about anything other than getting home at the right time or risk getting an earpull from the Margravine or his father.

"Do you plan on becoming my Hay King Consort in the future, by any chance?" An innocent teasing of his own.

[timeturner-jay]

Since Kyo beat me to LU, Fire Emblem Three Houses!

Ohhh boi... I'm about to throw a rock at a hornets' nest. This is gonna be fun.

The first character I fell in love with: Manuela. Listen-- I'm a useless gay.

Also Catherine and Shamir, because I'm predictable like that. And then of course there's Claude. I love one (1) man.

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Rhea. I was incredibly leery about her at first, but knowing everything I know now... She really isn't the villain Crimson Flower people make her out to be.

The character everyone else loves that I don't: Edelgard. For personal reasons I'm kind of against fascist dictators.

Also Sylvain, because contrary to popular fandom belief, having baggage is not, in fact, a valid excuse to be an absolute fucking jackass.

The character I love that everyone else hates: Cyril. Give this poor kid a break, man. He's got it rough enough already. He's doing his best.

The character I used to love but don't any longer: Sothis. She has so much storytelling potential, but in the end, she was more of a plot device than a real character. Feels bad, man v.v

The character I would totally smooch: Shamir can step on me.

The character I'd want to be like: Claude. To be a genius, an idealistic dreamer and incredibly kind and considerate on top of that?? Sign me the fuck up! In all seriousness though - the fact that he survived cruelty after cruelty after cruelty for all his life and somehow grew up into such a fundamentally good person in spite of that is honestly such an inspiration.

The character I'd slap: Felix. Little bitch.

A pairing that I love: Claude/Byleth. Listen,,, they're quite literally poetry in motion. They make me so incredibly soft.

A pairing that I despise: Dimitri/Claude. How dare you horny kids all ship local pretty boi Dimitri with other pretty boi Claude when kind, loyal Dedue is right there???

Okay, listen. Ship whatever you want. But why jump through a thousand hoops just to somehow make these two strangers work with each other, when Dedue has quite literally dedicated his entire life to Dimitri already?! People don't give his love for Dimitri the recognition it deserves! What a sad state of affairs, honestly.

[nekomas-kuroo]

Fire Emblem?

so this’ll basically be a combination of fates and three houses cause i can’t forget my fates babies

1. The first character I fell in love with: Leo

2. The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Sylvain or Felix

3. The character everyone else loves that I don’t: FRICKIN LORENZ

4. The character I love that everyone else hates: i really can’t think of one?

5. The character I used to love but don’t any longer: Takumi

6. The character I would totally smooch: Claude

7. The character I’d want to be like: Lysithea or Hinoka

8. The character I’d slap: Iago, that dude who pushes you off the bridge in fates i think his name is hans?

9. A pairing that I love: sylvain and felix

10. A pairing that I despise: rhea and byleth

message me a fandom and i’ll answer questions!

[thiswasinevitableid]

On brand with the last ask, could you please do a New Years indruck?

Of course!

The list is created three weeks after the world almost but ultimately doesn’t end, and a mere five days after Indrid announces he plans to stay in Kepler for the foreseeable future. 

“Hey, uh, if you wanna come with us, me and Leo and a few others are gonna go bowling tomorrow night.” Duck says these words after dropping Indrid off at his trailer, as has become their habit if both happen to be visiting the lodge at the same time.

“I would be happy to come along. I have never bowled, so I can’t promise I’ll be good.”

“Wait, really? You been on Earth, what, decades if not centuries and you’ve never gone bowling?”

A shrug, “I was alone, and often chose my activities based on my investigations and, later, on what allowed me to intervene in unwanted futures.”

Duck taps the steering wheel, “Are there other things you missed out on?”

“Plenty.”

“Like what?”

Indrid sifts through his memories, looking for the moments when he’d wistfully wondered what something was like, or turned away from an object of interest in order to pursue his mission or prevent a catastrophe.

“I...there are so many, I am afraid we would be in the car all night if I were to name them.”

Duck drums on the wheel a moment more, then snaps his fingers and reaches across Indrid to rummage in the glove box,. He pulls out a napkin and a pen, scribbles something on it before handing it to Indrid.

“Here, when you think of more, write ‘em down on this list. Probably can’t help with all of them, but I’m bettin I can help with some.”

“Thank you Duck, but why do this for me?”

He knows the answer but, selfishly, he wants to hear it in real time.

“Because you’re my friend. And hey, owe you one for tellin us our first plan to stop the Quell was gonna backfire.”

Indrid doesn’t really care about that second part of the explanation, but he smiles anyway, “I suppose that’s true. See you tomorrow.” He hops out of the car and waves as Duck pulls away, opens the ‘Bago in the dim red glow of his taillights. It’s only when he’s inside that he sees what Duck actually wrote on the list. 

Fun things Indrid’s never done

1) Bowling.

Indrid grabs Capri Sun from the fridge, sits down and picks up a pen, still laying on a nearby drawing, and adds to the list.

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Somewhere around number 14, obtain fancy, proper manicure the list moves from Indrid’s table to Duck’s fridge. Indrid admires his shiny, pink and yellow nails while Duck crosses that item off along with number 23, eat Sushi at a place with rotating boat things. They’d driven two towns over for that combination, a Saturday well spent as far as Indrid is concerned. 

And he is. Concerned. Duck has spent nearly one day out of every weekend with Indrid since the list was created, even when the activity is something Indrid could easily do on his own. He’s bonded with others as well. Juno took a  water-coloring class with him (he’d seldom sought out other forms of art in spite of wanting to try them, drawing serve his purposes just fine) and dishing the dirt on Ducks younger days. Barclay helped him actually make a cake from start to finish. Jake taught him how to do an adequately graceful dive off a diving board. 

But more often than not, it’s Duck by his side. He enjoys the other mans’ company immensely, the warm, safe feeling that flickers in his chest when Duck is with him. Yet still he worries. 

“Duck?” He looks up from his nails.

“Yeah, ‘Drid?” 

“I appreciate all your help, and your company. But you know you do not have to do everything on the list with me simply because it was your idea, right?”

“Uh, yeah. I’m doin them because I like spendin time with you, goofus. Besides, it’s kinda fun, havin an excuse to share all the normal, cool shit of the world with someone who hasn’t gotten to experience it before. I like seein how happy it makes you”

“Oh.” Indrid says softly. He hadn’t seen that last sentence coming. Duck’s smile goes shy at the edges, and  Indrid realizes his answer was not sufficient to convey how he feels. 

“Thank you, Duck. I hope you know I always enjoy spending time with you. And there is no one I would rather explore the world with.”

“Glad to hear it” Duck leans against the fridge, “now c’mon, we’ve still got time to go feed the Ducks down on the Greenbriar.”

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It’s the week between Christmas and New Years when Indrid discovers another item for his list. 

“So, Barclay,” Dani, visiting from Sylvain this week, flops on the lobby couch near the fire, “you’re gonna finally have someone to smooch at midnight.”

“Uh, ah, well, yeah. I mean, if Joseph wants to, of course.”

“Oh yes, that is an earth tradition, isn’t it. For luck?” Indrid cocks his head, trying to recall if he ever learned the true reason for it. 

“Maybe? I think it’s mostly an excuse to kiss.” Barclay shoots Dani a friendly glare when she bounces her eyebrows. 

“I see.”

“Have you ever gotten a New Years kiss, Indrid?” 

“No.” He answers mildly, as if the thought is already leaving his mind.

That night, as Duck is queuing up The Addams Family (it’s not a list item, they simply both enjoy the film), Indrid adds a new item to the list.

60: Kiss someone at midnight on new years

At some point during the night, Duck gets up to grab them drinks, and from the corner of his eye he sees him pause and read the list.  He says nothing about it when he sits back down, but several futures emerge where he rests his arm around Indrid’s shoulder. 

None of those futures come to pass.  Indrid tries not to be disappointed.

 He continues this futile process throughout the remaining week. True, he could ask someone to be his new years kiss, or choose the person closest by to ask on the night of. But he wants it to be Duck. Duck, with his easy smile and good heart, his fondness for gently teasing Indrid, his absurd laugh, the way he makes Indrid feel home when they’re side by side. It can’t be anyone else.

He nearly cracks during item 43, have a snowball fight, when he collides with Duck accidentally while avoiding a barrage from Hollis and Jake. They hit the ground, the human shaking with giggles beneath him. Duck catches his breath, reaches up and adjusts Indrids glasses, knocked askew in the dive. 

“Knew I was fallin for you, but this is ridiculous” he murmurs.

Indrid is a half-second away from kissing him, or at the very least asking him out, when a large snowball is dropped on top of them. He splutters, shaking powder from his head while Duck guffaws, and spots Barclay running the other way in his Sylph form. 

He hands Duck his glasses and scoops snow into all four hands “I’ll be right back, I need to perform an air strike.”

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The lodge lobby is covered in white star lights, silver and gold streamers hang from the ceiling, and Aubrey has enchanted the clock above the fireplace to shower rainbow glitter on the room every hour, on the hour. 

Because the party invitation stated guests should dress “fancy,” Indrid is in a sparkly silver sweater and his most formal pair of sweatpants. When he sees Duck enter the room around nine, he spends a good thirty seconds admiring the way his suit flatters the sturdy, familiar curves of his frame. 

He’s given many more chances to admire them, as Duck spends much of the night by his side, sitting snug against him as they talk with their friends by the fire. Indrid allows himself to be content with this closeness, afraid that broaching the subject of the kiss will ruin things. He’s so certain it’s not worth the risk, he doesn’t bother looking at the futures. 

As midnight approaches, many of the guests crowd near the glowing count-down clock Aubrey’s created in the air. Duck and Indrid stay seated.

“Five, four, three, two, one, happy new year!” People cheer and whoop, and Indrid watches Dani dip Aubrey in a kiss, Stern cup Barclays face gently with a smile.

Oh well, there’s always next year. 

“Hey, ‘Drid.”

He turns, finds Duck with a sweet, flirtatious smile spreading across his face. Carefully, he tilts Indrids glasses up onto his forehead. Indrid leans in, pulled magnetically into Ducks arms. He hums as warm, champagne-tinged lips meet his own. 

Duck pulls back to breathe, but keeps him in the embrace, “That good enough to check off the list?”

Indrid tries to keep his voice steady, “Please don’t tell me that’s the only reason you-mphnmmmmm.” The next kiss is deeper, Duck growling gently when Indrid nips his lower lip. 

“Been wantin to do that for weeks” He nuzzles Indrids cheek, “This just seemed like the most romantic way to start things off.”

“Agreed.” Indrid kisses him eagerly, climbing into his lap.

“Whoo! But also, get a room!” Aubrey’s voice rings out, and Indrid doesn’t need to look to know many heads in the room are turned their way. 

“Apologies.” He smiles, not in the least bit ashamed, at his friends. Duck turns redder than the fire behind them.

As the party winds down, the duo says their goodbyes and head out towards the human’s car. 

‘Y’know” Duck’s voice is low, full of warm, filthy promises, “think we outgha make another list of things you been wantin to try,”

“Agreed” Indrid purrs, looping his arm around Ducks shoulder, “but I suggest we not keep that one on the refrigerator.”

[abbacchiosbelt]

My lovely Slyvian bc I wanna pin that nerd smooch him until he weak "[pins __ to floor]” / “[pins __ to wall]”?

“You sure you can take all of this?” Sylvain says, gesturing to himself. He chuckles when he sees you roll your eyes in response, making a point to playfully flex while your eyes were still on him. “I wouldn’t want to hurt someone as precious as you.” 

“Oh, come off it, Sylvain. Let’s go.” 

He chuckles again at your annoyed tone of voice, winking at you before falling into his fighting stance. You’d be lying if you said his words didn’t affect you — you and Sylvain had been going back and forth for months, finding comfort in flirtation during such a harrowing time. It wasn’t as if it was more than temporary entertainment, anyways. With all the suitors chasing him, you knew the truth behind Sylvain’s honeyed words.

And yet you couldn’t help but wonder how he really felt about you. You noticed how his eyes would soften when he spoke to you, or how he’d refer you to with sweet words you’d never heard him use with anyone else. Still — Sylvain was complicated. His expressions were trained and his words were just as careful. It’d take more than harmless flirting to get him to open up.

“I don’t blame you for getting lost in my eyes, but are you ready?” You’re snapped out of your thoughts by Sylvain’s lilting voice, realizing he caught you staring at him. Instead of letting him focus on it, you nod and put yourself into a defensive stance, willing Sylvain to come at you.

-

It’s back and forth for the first few minutes of your spar — it’s obvious Sylvain is trying to rile you up by holding back, but you weren’t in the mood to play around like you often would. The more your training weapons collided, the more you thought about how good that strength would feel pinning you against a wall, or perhaps pushing you down into the bed.

It was a wonder you were able to concentrate, yet at the same time, the thoughts pushed you to fight harder and faster. (Perhaps it was just because you liked the way Sylvain’s face flushed, and how the sound of his rough pants were music to your ears.)

Sylvain gets hit by the swing of your practice sword and before you can really think about what you’re doing, you push forward to back him up until he’s pinned against the wall between your arms. Though his tall height had him looking down at you, the expression on his face was one of interest and submission.

You heave out a breath and peer up at him, watching to see how he’d react to his position.

“Didn’t know you were into this sort of thing,” Sylvain says, grinning. A bead of sweat rolls down from his forehead, and he swallows loudly when you keep hold of your position. “Can’t say I don’t like it.”

“Is that so?” You drop your weapon and reach your hands up to cup his cheeks, pressing up on your feet to pull his lips to yours. Sylvain leans down without hesitation and groans into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

The kiss grows more heated until you pull yourself away, pulling a groan of protest from Sylvain. You drop one of your hands from his cheek to smooth down over his chest until you reach the hem of his pants, hesitating. 

“It seems like we both have some energy to work out.” You dip your fingers under his waistband and Sylvain keens forward, hissing out your name just from the soft touch. “My room or yours?”

[loyalflutist]

Am I like you, Father? (F!Byleth x Edelgard)

Rating: General Audience Category: F/F Word: 1,289 Summary:  After the war has ended, Edelgard and Byleth finally retired to the countryside with their daughter. Their times are full of joy and love, but one particular moment reminds Byleth of whom she takes after.

A/N: Here’s a quick OS based on domestic themes in a way. I really wanted to write something like this for Edeleth. :) Hope you enjoy it! I enjoyed writing it.

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Byleth Eisner watched her wife— the retired emperor— grace her presence in the vast flower bed. The seasons that slowly crawled out in this warm field mimicked the years of warring Edelgard von Hresvelg waged against the Church of Seiros and two other nations. Scarlet carnations bloomed in masses as if they were out for domination against the other floral species. Time eventually arrived in the present as the entire field was swept with the color red.

Knelt onto her knees, in the simple, yet luscious white summer gown, her wife was basked in warmth from the sunset’s rays. Byleth stood from the distant, the tattered overcoat she has worn for many years draped over her scarred arms, her teal hair retaining its disheveled appearance. The handicapped woman that served as the emperor’s trusted bodyguard continued her duty effortlessly. Well— retired bodyguard, that is. She watched over her blooming wife and budding seed from a nearby newcomer.

Small hands lightly pat Edelgard’s cheeks. A pair of feet marched in place as an innocent giggle and laughter bubbled from the little girl’s direction. Although the brown colors dyed her hair, It was unfortunate that their child inherited the messy hair from a certain ex-mercenary, the daughter’s short cut minimizing the scrawny appearance.

Elena Eisner. That was their daughter’s name.

Another round of laughter was accompanied by a playful squeal. Edelgard reached her horrifically scarred hands to cup their daughter’s face. She leaned forward and planted a tender kiss on the girl’s forehead. This caused a burst of glee to explode on her facial features.

“I love you so much, Mommy!”

“…”

Byleth’s eyes softened. Whenever she looks at their child, she would feel her fragile heart race at an incredible speed. Byleth hugged her worn overcoat even closer.

Ever since the natural birth of Elena that shared their genetics through an ancient ritual of impregnation with the assistance of Linhardt’s and Hubert’s research, a new life was wedged in between the two powerful figures. It was easier for them to raise their daughter as they had entered their first year as a commoner, the two of them have already given up their duties for Fodlan.

Years of hard work had finally driven out Those Who Slither in the Dark and any remaining threats that would uplift the conflict’s results. A suitable heir handpicked by Ferdinand, Hubert, and Edelgard ascended the throne in conjunction with the white-haired’s relocation to a new life. Edelgard and Byleth reside in the outskirt of the Adrestian Empire, isolated farmland tended and cared for by Byleth, Raphael, Leonie, and occasionally Caspar, Catherine, and Shamir. They were self-sufficient and created their own financial stability by their own hands.

They were finally free to live their lives… Free from the Crests… Free from the heavy burdens… and most importantly, they were able to live their lives as a family.

“I love you too, sweetie.”

Edelgard smoothed their child’s hair and retracted her hands to let the young girl run off. Byleth saw her wife watch over their daughter with a gaze full of wonderment and love. This naturally prompted the teal-haired to approach Edelgard, her limp prominent from the left leg.

“She reminds me of myself when I was younger.”

“?”

Byleth had just seated herself near the ex-noble with the partially numb limb extended outward. Edelgard immediately rested her head on her spouse’s right shoulder, her lilac hues overlooking the field. Clouds lazily floated above their heads in the orange sky as she continued,

“I used to spend time with Mother and my siblings before they were gone like this.”

“El…”

The older female uncomfortably shifted in her position. She wasn’t sure what to say about the matter. No matter how many times Edelgard recounted her days during her childhood, Byleth could not conjure an appropriate response. After all, Edelgard’s past was riddled with agony no youngster should ever have to experience. Not even Byleth could envision herself in a position like Edelgard.

Her retired wife shook her head. She emitted a chuckle, her delicate fingertips brushing upon Byleth’s hardened arms.

“Relax, Byleth. I’ve accepted that their fate has been sealed. There’s no use in digging up the past again.”

“…are you sure you’re okay?”

“I am.”

“Positive?”

“Yes.”

“…”

“…why are you giving me that look?”

“What look?”

“Don’t play dumb!”

Another playful laughter came from Edelgard, who was shortly joined by Byleth, as she lightly slapped her wife’s sturdy shoulder. This caused Byleth to lean forward and greet her lover with a kiss on the lips.

“You’re so cute and strong.”

“Byleth!”

No matter how old they were, they would always act as if they’ve never aged during their time at the monastery. Flirtations eventually morphed into compliments that were endlessly exchanged no matter the time and day. (Even Sylvain finds it too sweet to deal with.) Another smooch planted on Edelgard as their fleeting pecks on the nose and lips began to tally upward, their giggles and smiles in-between.

“So… now I should be asking you that question, Professor.”

“?”

Edelgard had parted from their fun-loving session and snuggled right up to the sitting Byleth, a hand placed on the soft beating chest.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling fine. Just a bit tired.”

“Hm, Linhardt and Mercedes did tell you that you’re still recovering from the final battle. It's been nearly six years though!”

“I’ll get better in no time.”

Edelgard chuckled. “I’m sure you will. But aside from that, I’m talking about yesterday.”

“What about yesterday?”

“You know… with Elena. When she tried to use the Sword of Creator?”

She diverted her attention to their offspring.

“…”

If Byleth were, to be frank, she had never handled a kid before. Sothis, Jeralt, and her father’s mercenaries had raised her, but the retired professor never once brought up a child from the very beginning of their life. Edelgard was charged with nursing and providing for their daughter. Byleth, on the other hand, was responsible for making the buck and putting food on the table. Time moved forward and transformed their duties to more complex routines. Yet despite her shortcomings, she was able to become an adult their offspring could look up to.

Byleth squeezed her hold on Edelgard.

“I’m not angry at her. I’m just… scared of losing her.”

“Mommy, look!”

An interruption was in order; it promptly slashed right through their conversation. Their child, no older than six, proposed a daffodil after dashing back. However, she did not run towards Edelgard. She ran towards her other parent. That silly, toothy grin beaming in her direction… Byleth easily accepted the gift with a smile of her own. She twisted her wrist and examined the lonesome flower.

“I’m surprised you found this.”

“I found them over there!”

Byleth directed her gaze in the pointed direction. Right smack dab in the middle of the red field, there lies more daffodils. Closer inspection showed that there were only three of them. Unlike the other flowers that wilted and withered at the sight of the scarlet species, this trio bloomed healthily, their petals lightly ruffled by the gentle evening breeze. She glanced back at their daughter.

“Daddy, look.”

A hazy image overlapped their daughter of a young Byleth. In the small girl’s hands, there was the same exact flower as their child had showcased: daffodils. When Byleth reached out to pat Elena’s head, Jeralt’s transparent hand bled into hers.

“I’m surprised you found this.”

“I found them over there.”

At that same moment, a single tear was shed from the hero of Fodlan. This startled Edelgard and their daughter, their questions becoming interrogative. However, Byleth merely cracked a smile, mimicking that of her father, and quietly whispered,

“Am I like you, Father?”