#A flirtatious Noble // Sylvain
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So according to all three house seating charts the common themes are:
- The Flirtatious (Sylvain/Lorenz) or Problematic (Lorenz/Ferdinand) Noble are isolated in the front left desk.
- House leaders sit at the front right desk (Dimitri/Edelgard) unless it would lead to conflict with the FPN (Lorenz&Claude)
- Retainers sit behind and one row behind their leader (Edelgard&Hubert, Dimitri&Dedue) unless proximity would disrupt class (Claude&Hilda)
- At least one model student per house (Petra/Leonie), congratulations lions for having more than one to the point of having a cuteness buffer (Flayn, Annette, Ashe)
Significant differences:
- TWO containment zones in one house (Sylvain&Felix)
- A time out row (Hubert) and weird kid row (Monica)
- Golden Deer Enrichment Duos for students like giving lions boxes to play with at the zoo
someone needs to make a flowchart of who is beefing with who in black eagles pre timeskip because just thinking about it gives me a headache… you KNOW byleth spent hours on the assigned seating
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@muzaixnoxasashin
Kiss my muse || Accepting!
Sylvain’s eyes looked over to the assassin. The two had been sparring with each other for a while now. But the redhead found it more and more difficult to keep himself from wanting to kiss Akuma.
Placing his water down he walked over to him and gently grasped his chin before planting the lightest of kisses onto the assassin’s lips. Hoping the other wouldn’t be too shocked at the action. Upon pulling away, Sylvain just said,
“You have such a kissable face Akuma.”
#muzaixnoxasashin#A flirtatious Noble // Sylvain#His fire burns brighter than the sun // Sylvain and Akuma
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You know, now I've read your Balthus hcs, I want to know all the boys laps I CAN sit on in 3H. Could you please give us the scoop?
The scoop! Well, I am not sure if I have it, but my thoughts are that Balthus is unique in being super down for you to sit in his lap for a few reasons. First, because of actively horny he is. Not even in a strictly sexual sense, he’s just very comfortable in embracing the openly physical part of himself in a way basically no other guy in this game is. I don’t think Balthus would be bothered at all with casual physical interactions, it wouldn’t even register to him as strange (such as in the case of him being totally a-okay with just picking up a teammate to get them to safety). Also, he doesn’t give a damn about social conventions. Public, private, whatever, it’s comfortable, yeah? Plus, he’s big. Plenty of room. Mostly I guess my point is that, to Balthus, it wouldn’t be a big deal in the slightest. I think that all of the rest of the guys, for various reasons, wouldn’t be comfortable with breaking propriety or treating it so... casually? If that makes any sense?
Sylvain is, unsurprisingly, the second to come to mind. Which, yeah, he’s a deviant who absolutely would entice you to sit on his lap. However, it would have to be contextually appropriate. Say what you will about him, but Sylvain is very self aware. Especially when it comes to his interactions with women. He pays attention to social conventions for the most part and Faerghus is not at all a place that normalizes general physical affection, it’s aberrant behavior. It seems like he’s more likely to lure girls to a place with more privacy to make a move. Plus, I have a hard time believing he’d see it as a casual interaction. More like an attempt to initiate something more in either a playful playboy way of being a handsy and flirtatious tease or a somewhat intimate sense. Having you close like that would be a distraction, you know? But, yes, I’d vote him to be the next most likely.
Since I have no self control I feel I must also mention that Dimitri probably wouldn’t tell you no. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself either, but that’s pretty much true of any physical intimacy with him.
Conversely, Felix would tell you no and maybe push you off but could be bullied into allowing it. It’d still be awkward but, like, I think he’d be better about it than Dimitri. For both of them, the context would pretty much have to be the two of you alone because otherwise that’s just too embarrassing and they’re weenies.
I want to mention Claude here because I would love nothing more than to curl up against his chest but, lets be honest with ourselves, he’s more likely to sit on your lap than the other way around. Granted, I see him more as dramatically sprawling and resting his head in your lap but it’s pretty much the same thing. Not to say he’d mind, although I’m sure he’d feel compelled to make a few comments about how he feels used or something stupid. As far as rankings go, he wouldn’t make it weird like Sylvain but he wouldn’t openly invite you either.
Hear me out on this one, but Lorenz is a sappy, sentimental, and affectionate bastard and I think he’d be okay if you wanted to sit on his lap. Sure, it’s not entirely befitting a noble, but sometimes rules can be broken and really if it makes you comfortable who is he to deny you.
They don’t have Christmas in this world I know that, but if they did, Alois would play Santa every year so you’d get to sit on his lap. I’m sure that’s everyone’s dream.
Bonus: Judith has big dick energy equal to that of Balthus, so although she’s not a guy, I just felt I should pepper that in here.
I didn’t mention quite a few characters and that’s on purpose, but that’s not to say certain circumstances couldn’t arise for most of them to allow it. For Balthus specifically, I don’t think he’d need specific context or anything like that.
#fire emblem three houses#fe3h#balthus von albrecht#sylvain jose gautier#dimitri alexandre blaiddyd#felix hugo fraldarius#claude von riegan#lorenz hellman gloucester#headcanons#idek what this is i just wanted to say the thing about dimitri#imagine#that's the dream#both of us would be uncomfortable and i'd love it
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9 and 11 for the blue lions boys? If you dont want to do them all, then pick whoever you want! Its totally okay!
Sorry got too lazy to do more than three... also my inbox is empty now 。゚(゚´Д`゚)゚。
Dimitri
“Are they jealous/possessive? How so?”
Will NEVER admit it.. but yes. Very. The boy is touch starved to say the least, factoring in the amount of time he has felt unbearably alone despite the various retainers and such there for him? Well yeah, he’s gonna be jealous if he sees you laughing and smiling lots with someone else.
It’s not a distrust for you, its an insecurity thing. He’s insecure that he makes you the happiest despite how much he does make you happy. Poor boy.
“Their favorite form of affection to receive?”
Hug him!!!!! Kiss him!!! Boy is so touch starved he DIES when you give him physical affection... hold his hand.. cuddle him... he wants to keep you close to protect you so might as well shower him in love in the process!!!
Ashe
“Are they jealous/possessive? How so?”
Not really no... during part one of the game (academy phase) probably more so than later, though.
The jealousy is more of an insecure thing for him too. Sylvain is notorious for off-handed flirtatious comments no matter who you are.. and it definitely irks him.
Later though, he definitely knows you’re his (and Sylvain knows it too), so there’s less tension there.
“Their favorite form of affection to receive?”
as much as Ashe MELTS from physical affection... it actually isn’t his favorite!
His favorite is when you make the effort to learn his habits or learn about his favorite things. He’ll be rambling on about a knight story to which you pipe up that you actually read it! Because he recommended it to you!! HES SMITTEN!
He loves feeling appreciated and understood. Please take the time to understand and appreciate lil Ashey babey 🥺
Sylvain
“Are they jealous/possessive? How so?”
Old habits die hard with this one. He isn’t possessive, not at first, and that’s because of how nonchalant and non-serious he is used to treating dating. He had never really done much in the way of commitment until you.
So once he knows that you’re different.. you’re not just another fling... he’ll feel that jealousy. Problem is he’s not really experienced it before, its completely new to him, so he does sorta act a bit irrationally until the other Blue Lions slap some sense into him (please forgive him).
After he gets passed the hurdle of feeling and understanding the jealousy, he overcomes it! You’re different from anyone else and that includes him knowing that you love him not for his crest... so he knows you’re not about to leave him anytime soon.
“Their favorite form of affection to receive?”
He is a very touchy boy, very kissy and cuddley, but he actually loves verbal affection more!!
He was always into kissing and such with his past flings... but cuddling with you? That felt more love-filled and genuine than with any other girl!!! And on top of that, they never whispered words of love to him or praised him or anything... he had no idea he loved that until he actually experienced it!
The main difference though is the praise he had received before.
“Wow! You have a crest? Thats so cool!”, “You’re very kind for a noble boy”, etc. can never live up to when you tell him “your eyes are beautiful!” “You’re so smart!”, “you did a wonderful job!”
#fe3h#fe3h blue lions#fe3h x reader#fire emblem three houses#fire emblem three houses x reader#fire emblem x reader#fire emblem three houses dimitri#dimitri blue lions#dimitri blaiddyd x reader#dimitri blaiddyd#fe3h sylvain#sylvain jose gautier#fire emblem three houses sylvain#sylvain x reader#fe3h ashe#ashe ubert#fire emblem ashe#ashe x reader#blue lions x reader
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{ Here's the continuation of the post that I promised for you Binx! Sorry that I didn't just do it like I intended to last night, I was just super tired and wanted to show you what I had already. }
Name: Ines Hera Fraldarius-Gautier
Gender: Female
General Appearance: Ines looks like a mixture of both her father (Sylvain) and her papa (Felix), possessing Sylvain's red-orange hair, meanwhile her left eye is amber like Felix's eyes and her right eye is red-orange like Sylvain's eyes. Compared to her sisters, Ines' facial features are very mature given the fact she is the eldest child of the Fraldarius-Gauiter family.
Personality: Ines is very mature for her age and behaves a lot like Felix's mother, Arita, in the aspect of keeping everyone (as in her siblings) in line with her parents wishes. Despite always having a kind smile on her face, Ines is a no nonsense typed person and likes to abide by the rules of the Fraldarius-Gautier residence. She does not enjoy when people waste her time, especially when she has important matters to attend to, and even has a tendency to scold them for not doing something more productive.
Special Talents: Ines is extremely proficient in using both a lance and a sword due to the fact Sylvain and Felix believed it best for her to learn how to wield both their signature weapons. She possesses the Crest of Gautier is next in line to receive Sylvain's Lance of Ruin once her father deems her worthy.
Who they like better: Felix, but only because he understands how she feels about wasting time. Don't get her wrong, she loves both her parents very much, but sometimes Sylvain's antics can grow tiresome and she can only deal with so much of it before she has to go do something else.
Who they take after more: Ines actually takes after Felix's mother, Arita, more than she does either of her parents. In actuality, Ines was born around the anniversary of Glenn's (Felix's older brother's) death so in order to cheer his mother up, Felix and Sylvain decided to bring Arita a surprise — her new granddaughter — and ever since then, Arita and Ines have been inseparable.
Personal Headcanon: Due to being the eldest child of the Fraldarius-Gauiter household, Ines is already old enough to receive marriage proposals from various nobles of the neighboring countries. While she is fully prepared to be married off to some nobleman someday, both her parents always seem to find excuses as to why she can't be married yet when speaking with possible candidates. Ines suspects that this is because they don't want her to leave.
Face Claim: Iris Lana Armelia
Name: Sirius Ares Fraldarius-Gautier
Gender: Male
General Appearance: Sirius looks like a mixture of his papa (Felix) with his dark blue hair and his father (Sylvain) with his red-orange eyes. Both he and his younger brother Leoxes have very feminine facial features, Sirius' most prominent features are his eyelashes and his cat-like eyes.
Personality: Sirius is a very flirtatious person with a rather large ego when it comes down to looks and the knowledge of who his parents are. He isn't afraid to flaunt himself around without any disregard for who he upsets or makes angry, after all, he's not one to be intimidated so easily. He's also quite the ladies' man despite his feminine features.
Special Talents: Sirius excels in using a lance and can use magic, he can even imbue his lance with magic to make his weapon ten times more effective against enemies. Additionally, he possesses the Crest of Fraldarius and can use it's perks when needed. He is also the next in line to receive Felix's Aegis Shield.
Who they like better: Sirius prefers Sylvain over Felix due to the fact that the both of them share the same flirtatious tendencies around those they're invested in. More often than not, Sylvain with give Sirius advice on how to pick up ladies or how to impress others.
Who they take after more: Sirius takes after Sylvain and that much is 100% obvious to anyone that spends five seconds around him. He is all flirtatious comments and witty banter, much to Felix disappointment.
Personal Headcanon: Despite Sirius being considered al ladies' man and his habits of flirting with both noble and common women, Sirius is actually romantically attracted to men. While he knows that neither of his parents would judge him, he prefers to keep such a thing a secret because he knows that one day he'll be placed into an arranged marriage like the rest of his siblings.
Face Claim: Apollo
Name: Perdita Aphrodite Fraldarius-Gautier
Gender: Female
General Appearance: Perdita has her father's (Sylvain's) red-orange hair and her papa's (Felix's) amber eyes. Compare to the rest of her sisters, Perdita has a very tin facial features and this extends to her body as well, appearing to be very frail and sickly looking.
Personality: Perdita is a very kind and compassionate individual, always wishing to take care of others and do anything that she can for her family. She is always more than willing to listen to another person's problems, even if she is having a hard time herself and this is because of how genuinely kind her Sylvain had been towards his friends during his childhood despite all the suffering he had endured at the hands of his older half-brother, Miklan. She strives to serve as someone who can make other's lives better.
Special Talents: Due to being born with an illness, Perdita was not able to develop any special skills or talents, instead she was born possessing both her father and papa's Crest of Gautier and Crest of Fraldarius thus adding the strain of possessing two crests onto the strain of being ill.
Who they like better: Perdita isn't the type to pick and choose favorites when it comes to her parents and instead loves them both equally. After all, the both of them do their absolute best to provide for her and take care of her.
Who they take after more: Perdita takes after her papa (Felix) during his childhood, back when he was more gentle natured and curious about the outside world. She is far more innocent than her other siblings (excluding Ideya since she's the youngest of the children).
Personal Headcanon: Despite being born as the middle triplet between Sirius (the eldest triplet) and Leoxes (the youngest triplet), only Perdita was born with an illness that compromises her immune system and makes her body much frailer than the rest of her siblings. Due to this, Perdita isn't allowed to leave the premises of the Fraldarius-Gautier residence and is most times found bedridden. This makes her very naive to the world around her and a firm believer in things like fairy tales.
Face Claim: Artemis
Name: Leoxes Dionysus Fraldarius-Gautier
Gender: Male
General Appearance: Leoxes has a mixture of both his parents features, his papa's (Felix's) dark blue hair while his left eye matches his father's (Sylvain's) red-orange and his right eye is amber like Felix's. Much like his eldest triplet, Sirius, Leoxes has very feminine features though his cheeks are a bit plumper than Sirius', though his most prominent features are his plush lips and delicate eyes.
Personality: Leoxes is a very cautious and paranoid individual who often worries about whether or not he's living up to his his family's standards. There are times where he grows skeptical of other's intentions towards him or his siblings, but generally tries his best not to act on these feelings without any hard evidence. Sometimes this type of behavior becomes an obsession for him, but he's generally pulled out of it by his family.
Special Talents: Unlike the rest of his siblings that use physical weapons, Leoxes is exceptionally skilled in the ways of magic. He often uses his magic for nonlethal purposes and generally opts to serve as a healer for many of those less fortunate, Leoxes especially uses his magic capabilities to try and help alleviate the suffering of his sister, Perdita. He also possesses the Crest of Fraldarius and can use it's perks.
Who they like better: Much like Perdita, Leoxes loves both his parents equally and could never bring himself to choose one over the other.
Who they take after more: Leoxes does not personally take after either of his parents, though one could say that he got his paranoid from Sylvain when it comes to down to his father's insecurities with women and his distrust of women.
Personal Headcanon: Leoxes, when in a cheerful mood (rather than his usual cautious one), has a habit of rocking back and forth on his feet. This is something that Felix finds very endearing given the fact that it is very rare for Leoxes to be in a positive mood.
Face Claim: Ganymede
If they had a kid meme for Felix and sylvain on @spookyxbabes :3
send me a ship and I’ll tell you their:
Name: Ivanna Athena Fraldarius-Gautier
Gender: Female
General Appearance: Ivanna has her papa's (Felix's) dark blue hair and amber eyes. Her facial features are much more slender and sleek compared to her younger sister, Ideya's.
Personality: To most, Ivanna's personality seems to be that of a kind and compassionate young girl. She is very polite towards those that she knows and holds dear, never showing even the slightest hint of malice... that is until someone triggers her temper. In truth, Ivanna is exactly like Felix in every possible way — from the sassy remarks to the fiery attitude, her desire to train and do things for herself — of which often causing her and Felix to bud heads.
Special Talents: Much like Felix, Ivanna excels in swordplay and can use the perks of the Crest of Fraldarius. She is both swift and strong when using a sword, but she also possesses the ability to use magic.
Who they like better: Sylvain. Without a doubt, Ivanna's favored parent is Sylvain. After all, he lets her get away with things much easier than her papa does, not to mention he spoils her rotten due to the fact he calls her his little princess (it also helps that she looks exactly like Felix).
Who they take after more: Felix. Ivanna is 100% the spitting image of Felix in both looks and in personality.
Personal Headcanon: Ivanna is the next in line for the role of Duke within Fraldarius territory, just like Ideya is the next in line to become the new Margrave within Gautier territory, but Ivanna knows that this means she will eventually have to be without her younger sister and this scares her because she knows Ideya needs her.
Face Claim: Elizabeth von Wettin
Name: Ideya Artemis Fraldarius-Gautier
Gender: Female
General Appearance: Much like Ivanna, Ideya looks exactly like her father (Sylvain) with the same matching red-orange hair and eyes. Her facial features are much rounder than her sister's and this is due to the fact she is much younger than Ivanna.
Personality: Ideya is a very shy and quiet girl who causes everyone to wonder where she got her personality from (many believe it to be Sylvain's mother). She has a tendency to follow her papa (Felix) around compared to her father (Sylvain) because she often finds his antics too loud for her liking (not in a bad way, she simply had sound sensitivity). Additionally, Ideya is often found hiding behind her older sister, Ivanna, whenever present at large social gatherings.
Special Talents: Much like Sylvain, Ideya is well-trained with a lance and can use the perks of the Crest of Gautier. Though despite being well-trained in the ways of the lance, she has a hard time swinging it without hitting the ground due to the fact she isn't tall enough to properly wield it yet.
Who they like better: Felix. Despite Felix's very aggressive personality, Ideya is extremely close to her papa because his personality completely changes when he's with her — becoming extremely soft-spoken and patient to the point most don't believe it.
Who they take after more: Truthfully, Ideya doesn't take after Sylvain nor Felix, but instead takes after Sylvain's mother, Syvette. This is due to the fact that when Ideya was born, Sylvain and Felix often had to leave her with Sylvain's mother, and this caused her to pick up on many of her grandmother's habits and personality traits.
Personal Headcanon: Due to how large Dimitri is compared to her, Ideya often hides within Dimitri's king robes (along with Ivanna) whenever Felix wants the two of them to prepare for social events, leading for Felix to grow frustrated to the point he makes Sylvain look for the girls with him. This has become a game of sorts in Ideya's mind.
Face Claim: Duchess
#{ Sylvain x Felix }#{ Here we are finally. The rest of the children that I promised to post. }#{ It only took me all day to get everything written down. }#{ There are officially six children in total. Two boys and four girls. }#{ Sylvain and Felix are parents to six beautiful babies and I know for a fact their mothers would probably be so thrilled. }#{ In order of oldest to youngest is Ines; Sirius; Perdita; Leoxes; Ivanna; and then Ideya. }#{ I had a lot of fun coming up with all of these. }#{ And I know I'm gonna have fun coming up with all the others as well! }#{ I am just very excited to be doing these. }#{ This meme is one of my favorites honestly. }#{ I hope that you like them as well! And I hope that Sylvain loves them just as much and me and Felix do. }#angelatelier#spookyxbabes
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How to Hide a Game of Chess
Nagamas Gift for @luminisvii
Ships: Claude/Sylvain
Word Count: 3,581
"Checkmate." Sylvain could hear Claude's grin as he moved his remaining knight towards his finishing blow.
He sighed as he realized his mistake. In his previous turn, Sylvain had moved his king to a space where as long as Claude moved one of his knights, he could eliminate it with either said knight or his queen. He had been so focused on avoiding Claude's remaining bishop, he had failed to notice the trap waiting for him. As frustrating as it was to lose in such a manner, Sylvain couldn't be mad; there was nothing that screamed Claude like escaping from one scheme, only to fall into another. For that matter, out of any of Claude's schemes, his chess ones were the least consequential; throughout the course of the war, Sylvain had witnessed enough of his boyfriend's schemes in action to be relieved that he wasn't fighting for the other side.
However, he allowed himself to risk getting schemed in chess, as it was his and Claude's favorite board game. It was a way for them to bond, and a pleasant distraction from the terrors of war on their days off.
"Damn. That was a rookie mistake." Sylvain looked up, scratching the back of his neck. "I feel like I've made that mistake before too."
Claude's grin grew wider. "Indeed you have."
"Wait, really? When? How would you remember that?"
His grin faltered. "Is this truly not ringing any bells? Me checkmating you with my knight and queen?"
"Um. . ." Sylvain bit his lip. Him and Claude played chess often enough, both before and during the war, that he could not recall many individual games. However, there was one game that stood prominent in his mind. "Was it our first game?"
Claude's smile returned. Sylvain took note of the authenticity of it; this was not one of his small, shallow smiles that he put as a front. This smile went from ear to ear, a smile only Sylvain got to frequently see.
Sylvain couldn't help smiling as well. "That award-winning smile of yours tells me I guessed right."
"You remember that day as well as I do, no?"
"How could I forget that day, even if I wanted to?"
Sylvain became immersed in the memory; though it happened 5 years ago, it remained clear as if it happened the day before. He gazed at Claude, knowing that he was undergoing the same experience as the outer world slowly diminished.
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"Sylvain!"
The redhead's heart lurched as he heard Ingrid bark his name from afar. This was by no means the first time Sylvain had heard his name barked in such a tone, and knew it wouldn't be the last; yet, when coming from Ingrid, it sounded just as frightening each time. A part of him should have seen this coming, causing him to internally scold himself as he ran up the stairs to the second floor of the dormitory. But on the other hand, how was he supposed to know that the beautiful woman he came across while shopping happened to be a Knight of Seiros, formerly a knight for House Galatea?
"Syl.Vain!"
Her voice boomed closer. Sylvain grit his teeth, cursing Seteth for assigning him the room at the very end of the hall. He couldn't tell if he could hear Ingrid so well because of distance or volume, and he didn't want to find out which. And with how far he currently was from his room, combined with the time it would take to lock his door, he risked having that question answered.
Before he could change his mind, he suddenly skid to a stop and knocked on the door in front of him. He wasn't sure who's door this was; for all he knew, whoever was behind this door was either not present, or would slam the door on him, out of not wanting to get involved in his latest failed flirtatious crusade.
However, Sylvain recognized his luck the moment the door opened. It was Claude.
"Claude, my guy!" Sylvain flashed his signature charming smile. "Listen--"
"Need somewhere to hide?" Claude rose his eyebrow in feign curiosity.
Sylvain was too surprised to uphold his smile. "Wow. That didn't take long. How'd you know?"
"Panic is written all over your face, and I heard Ingrid yelling your name." Claude stepped back from the door. "Get in here."
"Sylvain Jose Gautier! I know you're in your room, don't try to hide from me!"
The red-haired man gulped as he heard Ingrid stomp up the stairs. His adrenaline had peaked high enough for his body to freeze, his legs stuck to the ground as he waited for his demise. At that moment, Claude grabbed Sylvain's upper arm and yanked him through his door as he kicked it shut.
As both young men caught their breath, Claude's hand remained on his arm. Sylvain didn't notice at first; he closed his eyes as he composed himself, returning to his senses as his adrenaline fell. Once he opened his eyes and took a final deep breath, he peered down at Claude's resting hand. He quickly pulled it away, placing it on his own hip instead.
Before either of them could break the silence, angry footsteps came storming down the hall. Sylvain felt his adrenaline slowly rising again, though to a lesser extent; him and Claude remained quiet as mice as Ingrid passed by Claude's door. They listened as Ingrid reached Sylvain door, (presumably) kicked it open, and nearly rose her voice once more.
"Sylvain, I--"
The red-haired man held back a sigh of relief as Ingrid's voice dropped. Nearly a minute later, Ingrid's footsteps sounded down the hall once more. A few steps past Claude's door, she stopped. Sylvain heard Claude's breath hitch as Ingrid barked, "I don't know where you are, young man, but you can't hide from me forever!" Sylvain held his breath until he heard Ingrid walk down the stairs.
"Phew," Sylvain exhaled. "That was close."
"For real," Claude said. "I thought she was going to try to come in here for a moment."
"Why? I doubt Ingrid suspects that I'm hiding in your room, out of anywhere."
"I don't think she suspects you're in my room. I freaked out because, well. . .I'm hiding from her too."
"Really?" Sylvain's eyes widened. "Didn't see that coming. What'd you do to get her panties in a twist? Hit on some pretty ladies?"
"Er. . .no. During lunch, I was sitting next to her and Lorenz in the dining hall. I had sat next to Lorenz intentionally, as I created a new. . .potion I wanted to try on him. Minutes later, Ingrid showed up and happened to sit next to me. Which would have been fine and dandy, had I not confused her and Lorenz's cups."
"Oh, man. I think I know where this is going."
"When Ingrid and Lorenz were busy chatting, I slipped some of the potion into her drink, thinking it was Lorenz's. Unfortunately, I wasn't stealthy enough, and Lorenz saw me pouring it. Of course, Ingrid took a swing of her cup moments after, and by the time Lorenz warned her, it was too late."
"So what did Ingrid do then? Bitch you out on the spot?"
"Sort of. She had flames in her eyes as she asked me what I put in her drink. I knew she'd remain mad no matter what I told her, so I gave her a dismissive answer before running. It doesn't seem like the potion has kicked in yet, because she's still awfully feisty."
"Just what kind of potion did you give her?"
Claude flashed one of his half-smiles. "My, my, I should of known that you're a nosy one."
"Nosy? Normally I wouldn't ask, but we're in a similar predicament here. The least you could tell me is if you gave her a rage-amplifying potion, because I haven't seen her this mad in a while."
"When you put it that way. . .fair enough. No, I gave her a mild stomach poison, nothing out of the ordinary. My plan was for Lorenz to ingest it because we were supposed to do stable duty together this afternoon, and I didn't want to deal with his--" Claude lowered his pitch in a mocking tone as he imitated Lorenz. ""--cleaning hooves is too strenuous for my delicate hands" this and, "sweeping hay is work below my noble birth" that. Ideally, it would have kicked in around now, and keep him in pain long enough to force Teach to partner me with someone else. But Ingrid only drank a few sips before Lorenz warned her, so she didn't drink enough for the potion to take full effect, assuming I made it correctly and it has any effect. Not to mention she's quite distracted." He flashed a half-smile. "She's so mad at you, it seems she forgot that she was mad at me. So I owe you my thanks."
"Oh. Wow." Sylvain didn't know whether to feel flattered or offended. "Is that why you're being merciful and allowing me to hide in here?"
"Yes and no." Claude tilted his head. "As bad as I feel for you, I've been wanting to talk to you. Because I also find you to be quite intriguing."
"Intriguing?" Sylvain rose an eyebrow. "What about me is intriguing?"
Claude chuckled. "You ask that as if it's a first. That doesn't surprise me, considering most of the conversation about you at Garreg Mach is, well. Not favorable."
Sylvain frowned. "I'm aware."
"Hey, no need for the long face. I'm not about to patronize you." Sylvain didn't have time to feel relieved because without missing a beat, Claude added, "Because I know you're smart. You know exactly what you're doing."
Sylvain flinched, his head lurching forward. "Huh?"
"I've seen the way you act around women, the way you try to woo them. I don't know about anyone else, but it's clear to me that your advances aren't authentic. You don't have genuine feelings for any of the girls you approach; I would argue you don't even find some of them attractive. It's all a game for you, to see how far you can reel them in before you leave them hanging."
The red-haired man's heartbeat began to increase again. "Uh. . ."
"And, trust me when I say I mean this in the most polite way possible. But not only do you lie to women, you're not even good at it. I feel bad for the women gullible enough to have fallen for your advances."
Heat rose from the center of Sylvain's stomach. "I see. You're laying on some thick accusations. It takes a bad liar to spot other bad liars, no?"
"Perhaps. But you haven't told me that I'm wrong."
He hadn't, and as much as Sylvain wanted to, he couldn't. He wasn't sure what it was about Claude, but with how he read him like a book, he couldn't gather the nerve to put on a pretty face.
"Okay, so I'm a bad liar and I play games with women. Congrats, you've solved the puzzle and won the grand prize. What else do you want?"
"Oh, I don't want anything." Claude stretched his arms, bending his elbows downwards so his hands were behind his neck. "I'm simply curious to what fuels your behavior. When I tried to come up with an explanation, I considered that you might have a grudge against women. Until I found out, you've hit on men as well."
It took every nerve in Sylvain's body to not leap up in surprise. "Okay, where did you hear that? Does Ingrid complain about me that often?"
"Bold of you to assume I heard that from Ingrid." His half-smile returned. "It was Flayn. I'm assuming Seteth told her that information in hopes to turn her against you, though all I'm asking is if it's true."
Sylvain buried his hand into his forehead. "Of course Seteth would tell her that. . ."
"But is it true?"
Sylvain sucked in a hiss. He threw his hand down as he barked, "Okay, I might have approached a few guys in the past. But those guys were known to be attracted to other men, and I just wanted to see how they would react!"
"I see. So you're open to hitting on men and women. But I'm still not sure why you play games when gender isn't the primary factor."
For a half second, Sylvain almost wished he had let Ingrid tear him another one instead of knocked on Claude's door. Yet, while he couldn't get himself to admit it, he appreciated how unfazed Claude was knowing he had flirted with men, and how mellow he had remained throughout this conversation. As uncomfortable as the subject was, no one had addressed Sylvain's behavior in this manner before; when people such as Ingrid, Seteth, and Dimitri would lecture him, they would simply tell him how irritated they were and that he should stop, which only made Sylvain want to flirt with people more. But when his behaviors were picked apart and put on display, Sylvain wasn't sure what to think, aside from the fact that he currently didn't want to keep having this conversation.
While attempting to form a dismissive response, Sylvain's eyes caught some of a chessboard laying under Claude's bed, chess pieces thrown in a pile in its center. Having no other diversion to resort to, he pointed at it.
"You play chess?"
"What?" Claude saw where Sylvain was pointing and turned to look. "Oh. Yeah, when I get the chance."
"So since we're on the subject of playing games. . .how about we play a round?"
"Trying to distract me, I see?" Claude smirked. "That's alright. To tell you the truth, I've thought about playing chess against you a few times. To test if you're as intelligent as I think."
"If you've convinced I'm so intelligent, maybe you should be more anxious about losing to me."
Claude pulled his chessboard from under his bed, dragging it to the middle of the floor as he replied with a raspy voice. "Alas, I shall not fall to anxiety, because anxiety is fear, and fear is a mind-killer." He sat on the ground. "That's a quote from some random old guy from centuries ago. Read it in a book."
Sylvain chuckled, sitting down across from the younger man. "If you insist, fearless warrior."
Claude bit back what looked like a smirk before responding, "What color do you want? Only difference is that white goes first."
"I'm feeling risky, so I'll take black."
The two young men remained mostly silent throughout the beginning of their game. Sylvain occasionally swore when Claude took out one of his pieces, and Claude praised Sylvain a couple times for making a move he didn't predict. While slight, the praise managed to boost Sylvain's ego enough to give him confidence that he would win, all while forgetting how he ended up in Claude's room in the first place.
That is, until he heard a distinct voice from outside the dormitory.
"Hey, Caspar! Have you seen Sylvain?"
Sylvain's blood turned to ice as Claude's breath hitched. They exchanged a look, silently asking each other if they should pause their game. Claude answered the question by carefully pushing a pawn forward with a finger, the pawn making almost no sound as it slid.
"Sylvain? Can't say that I have."
The red-haired man followed Claude's lead, gently pushing pieces rather than lifting them as he resisted the urge to peek out of Claude's window. Unfortunately, his distracted mind led to his demise, because next thing he knew, the younger man flashed a shit-eating grin.
"Checkmate," he whispered.
"What? How am I in--" Sylvain scanned his eyes around the board. "Oh." His king was surrounded with Claude's queen and remaining knight. "Damn. Can't believe I missed that!"
"Hey, you were beating me for a while. I may have won, but color me impre--"
"Dorothea! Did you see Sylvain within the last hour?"
Claude's jaw snapped shut as Ingrid's voice reemerged.
"I haven't," Dorothea said. "Who did he flirt with this time?"
Sylvain could tell Claude was fighting the urge to look out the window himself, his eyes constantly drifting towards that side of the room. Yet, for both of their sake, he remained composed.
"Oh, no one special. Just one of the Knights of Seiros that used to work for my father!"
Claude clasped a hand over his mouth. Sylvain was almost grateful they had to be silent, because he knew Claude had a roast dancing behind his lips.
"Wow. That man is really desperate, no wonder you're mad. Unfortunately, I haven't seen him since breakfast in the dining hall."
A pang stabbed Sylvain in the chest. He knew people all over Garreg Mach spoke ill of him, but to hear such ill-spoken words in real time hit differently.
"Oh. That's alrigh--ow!"
"Ingrid!" Dorothea shrieked. "Are you alright?"
"Ack. . .my stomach just started hurting real bad. Wait. . ."
"What is it?"
"Claude. He sneaked some potion into my drink during lunch today, and Lorenz didn't tell me he saw Claude do so until I had already drank some. Could this be. . .?"
"It has to be!" Dorothea barked. "That stupid Claude and his schemes! Must be one of his stomach potions I hear notorious things about. I can't believe he would go as far as to poison my Ingrid!"
"I don't understand it either. . .but Lorenz was at our table. Maybe he meant to poison Lorenz and accidentally poisoned me in the process?"
"It doesn't matter who Claude meant to poison! He still hurt my Ingrid and he is going to pay the price!" The growl in Dorothea's voice temporary dissipated as she switched to comforting Ingrid. "I'll take you to the infirmary, I'm sure Manuela has something to ease the pain. After that, I'm going to find Claude and make him sorry he ever came near you!"
"Dorothea, you are so kind, but there's no need to track down Claude. I can talk to him myself once my pain eases."
"Nonsense! You can bring him to justice later, but I must defend my Ingrid now! Come along, the infirmary isn't far."
Sylvain and Claude waited a long, tense minute until the two young women had walked far enough. Then Sylvain asked in a voice far calmer than it should have been, "Now what do we do? This will be the first place Dorothea will check as soon as she drops off Ingrid."
"Well. . ." Claude bit his lip. "You could help me with stable duty."
"Stable duty? Oh, right. That's still a thing." Sylvain remained still.
"I get it, you don't want to do laborious work. But think of it this way; consider your help as not only my grand prize for beating you, but a guaranteed escape from the wrath of Ingrid and Dorothea." Claude's half-grin flashed once more. "What do you say to that?"
". . .On second thought, stable duty sounds like a really good idea right now." Sylvain stood up fast enough to nearly pull a muscle. "Race you there!"
"As if I wasn't already going to make a run for it." Claude stood up as well, and within seconds, both of them were out the door and stampeding down the hall.
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"Oh Sylvaiiiiin!"
"Huh?" Sylvain jerked out of his thoughts. He was met with his Claude standing right in front of him, continuing to flash his award-winning smile. "Yes?"
"Do I get a grand prize for beating you, again?"
"Why of course, darling." Sylvain reached up to cup his boyfriend's face and pull him into a kiss. Claude kissed him back eagerly, crouching as he swung his legs over Sylvain's to sit on his lap. He wrapped his arms around the redhead as he deepened the kiss, probing his tongue to ask for entrance. Sylvain was about to allow his tongue entry, only for their make-out session to be cut off by a grumpy voice.
"You two are disgusting. Go to your room if you're going to make out!"
Sylvain and Claude snapped their heads towards Felix, who frowned at the doorway of the common room. Sylvain felt a blush creeping towards his face, unable to come up with a response. However, he didn't have to, because what Claude said next spoke for his behalf.
"Not our fault you can't find someone to make out in public with."
He winked at Felix before returning his gaze to Sylvain and diving in for another kiss, instantly probing his tongue. Sylvain opened his mouth without hesitation, therefore resuming their make-out session. They ignored Felix as he huffed and stormed off.
As their make-out session began to get heated, Sylvain continued to praise that day; he would never get over having met the love of his life over philandering gone wrong. That day led to a blossoming friendship, which led to a mutual crush, which led to a beautiful, loving relationship to the future leader of Fódlan. This man saw through Sylvain like glass; his Crest, noble house, and philandering were irrelevant to Claude, because Claude loved him for him. There was no man in Fódlan who understood Sylvain better, the same man determined to create a world more equal than the one both were raised in.
And Sylvain wouldn't trade that for anything.
#nagamas#fire emblem#fire emblem three houses#claude von riegan#claude fire emblem#sylvain gautier#sylvain fire emb#sylvain jose gautier#fe3h#fe16#claude fe3h#sylvain fe3h#claude/sylvain#sylclaude#claudevain#there doesn't seem to be an official ship name for these two so I'm making ones up on the fly#blue lions#golden deer#gift work#claudvain
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A Step Through Time Chapter 3: Wishes Do Come True
Synopsis: In which Sylvain comes to a horrible realization and Felix learns something new.
OR
Mercedes and Annette learn that they should really give disclaimers whenever they tell kids about wishing wells.
Pairing: SylVix
Chapter Index 1 / 2 / 3
It only takes a week for Sylvain to decide that his newfound knowledge about Felix’s sexuality is a horrible, horrible curse.
The type of curse that is initially disguised as a blessing because Sylvain is ecstatic that he might actually have a chance, but is really a curse because now he can’t stop noticing how many men seem to linger around Felix.
Did Felix always have this many men around him?
Sylvain never noticed it before, but now he cannot help but note that whenever he’s not sparring with Felix, there never seems to be a shortage of male soldiers clambering to challenge the sword master. In fact, if Sylvain is being honest, they all seem a little too eager to test their blade against the Fraldarius heir. Of course, none of them ever manage to win, but that doesn’t stop them from approaching Felix even on his grumpiest of days.
Sylvain doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like it one bit.
And if anyone notices that Sylvain is now sharpening his lance with a tad more force than absolutely necessary in the shadows of the training grounds while glaring holes at anyone who approaches his best friend… well, no one says anything because they’ve all seen him skewer his enemies with negligible effort.
��Lord Fraldarius! Sir!”
A new recruit that Sylvain can’t bother to remember the name of jogs up to Felix with a sword in hand and a traitorous part of his brain notes that he’s well built and boyishly handsome.
“Would you be willing to spar against me again? The pointers you gave me last time really helped to improve my form and I’m hoping that you could do the same again.” The soldier stands with his shoulders back and spine straight in the perfect picture of respect, but Sylvain has done this song and dance enough times that he can spot the underlying flirtatious tilt of his head and innocently deceptive tone.
If this were the first time that he had approached Felix, Sylvain would have given him a pass. Hell, even a second or third time would be okay. But this is the fifth time this week that his recruit has approached Felix, and Sylvain cannot figure out for the life of him why Felix is giving him the time of day when he could so clearly go practice sword forms on his own.
So, in typical Sylvain fashion, he saunters over to interrupt their conversation.
“How about you spar against me instead?” To his smug delight, Felix doesn’t shrug off the arm that he throws casually around his shoulder. “I’d be happy to train with you. Plus, that gives Felix the opportunity to focus on critiquing you and giving you pointers.”
Sylvain picks up a training lance and gives it an expert twirl, muscle memory taking over as his feet slide into a ready stance that he could probably replicate in his sleep. There’s something fierce stirring in his gut and he can feel his body jittering restlessly; Sylvain has never been a fan of training (at least not as much as Felix), but his senses are on overdrive today and his mind is focused solely on winning.
“On my mark.” Felix puts away his own training sword and walks over towards a nearby pillar to watch the match. He crosses his arms across his chest and Sylvain can’t help but let his eyes distractedly trace the bulging lines of his biceps that drift down towards a tapered waist…
Damn it.
Now he’s turned on, frustrated and jealous.
A piercing whistle cuts through the air and Sylvain sends a silent half-hearted apology to the new recruit before lunging forward at full strength.
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“You should have held back.”
“I did.”
His younger self snorts while cutting into his pheasant, “I’ve been your sparring partner for years. And I’ve fought by your side enough times to know what it looks like when you’re not holding back.”
A small smile creeps onto Felix’s face. He really shouldn’t be eavesdropping on his past self’s conversation with Sylvain, but watching the red headed flirt stumble over himself with this new information has been more than a little amusing.
In his timeline, Felix is the one who is always flustered – although admittedly less so now, so it’s nice seeing the tables turn for once even if it’s not with his Sylvain.
Felix doesn’t give any indication that he is eavesdropping – his gaze is still fixed on his own meal and on little Sophie beside him, who has her tongue adorably stuck out while carefully eating wobbling spoonfuls of Onion Gratin Soup.
“I’m surprised that you’ve been helping train the newer soldiers.” Felix can tell from the offhanded way Sylvain tosses the comment out that he’s fishing for information. There’s a subtle edge in his voice that Felix can only hear from years of learning how to avoid arguments with his husband.
“Why? It makes sense. Byleth said she wants more swordsmen to add to my battalion and if they’re going to be fighting with me, then I need to make sure they’re up to my standard.”
“Fe, no offense but your standard is a bit high.”
“Your standard is just low.”
Felix is eternally grateful for Sophie when she masks his snort of laughter with a request for another bread roll.
“That’s not true! Admit it Fe, you always have extremely high standards for everything.” There’s a nervous energy to Sylvain’s prattle, like he’s stalling time to build up courage. “Not that it’s a bad thing! But it is true that you have that expectation for all aspects of your life.”
“Really,” his younger self says dryly, “like what?”
“Like your taste in partners.”
Honestly, Felix is impressed that Sylvain held out as long as he did before caving and broaching the subject with his younger self, but that doesn’t make it any less awkward or mortifying for Young Felix. He’s only listening in on this conversation and he can practically feel the embarrassment that is flooding his counterpart, but that will be nothing compared to the absolute disaster this conversation is headed towards.
Is it considered masochism if Felix is kind of enjoying this?
“We are not talking about this.”
“Aw, come on, Fe! What did you think of that recruit? He was pretty cute.”
The violent coughing that follows is concerning enough that Sophie turns to look worriedly.
(“Papa, is he okay?”
“I’m sure he is, Sophie.” But not for long.)
“What?”
“The guy I was sparring! He was totally interested in you, by the way. Cute face, decent body, but kind of weak.”
“Goddess, kill me now - wait. You… since when were you interested in men?”
“Uh. Since forever? Fe, haven’t you ever heard Ingrid complain about me? I ‘flirt with anything that has a pulse’ – her words, not mine.”
As much as Felix is enjoying the explosive trash fire that is this conversation, he isn’t a fan of everyone in the dining hall knowing their business and judging by the steadily increasing volume of their conversation, there are at least a few others eavesdropping now as well, curious as to what has gotten the two nobles so riled up.
“What the actual fuck, Sylvain. Why have you never told me you were interested in men?”
“I thought you knew!”
“How was I supposed to know if you never told me?”
“I don’t know, I’m sorry!”
His younger self looks like he is on the verge of either combusting or stabbing Sylvain so Felix takes it upon himself to intervene. Sophie, who has since finished her dinner, tilts precariously to the side as her eyelids droop. With one hand, Felix ushers his daughter off the bench and towards the front of the dining hall while his other hand drips the tray laden with their dishes. When Sophie is finally far enough ahead that she will not hear him, Felix takes the opportunity to casually stroll by the two men.
His presence alone is enough to shut them both up and Felix can’t help but let the corners of his mouth twitch upwards.
As much as he would love to see the red head squirm some more, he does love the idiot and he cannot help but say something to him and ease his guilt. “To be completely honest, we already had a feeling.”
Once again, Felix finds himself on the receiving end of his infamous glare but he can’t find it within himself to care as long as he can end this conversation quickly. Consider it a mercy to his younger self, or to their privacy in general.
“Oh, and just so you’re aware,” Felix calls over his shoulder as he walks away, his calm voice at odds with the small shit eating smirk on his face, “Sylvain knows about us now too.”
Felix doesn’t stick around long enough to see the consequences of his words, instead quickly catching up to his daughter and scooping her up before depositing their dishes and heading back to his room.
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Perhaps it is the consequence of eating cheese for dinner that catalyzes the stream of ridiculous night terrors combined with the fact that the Gautier cheese used in the soup was reminiscent of home, but when Sophie wakes up for the third time that night in tears and crying for her Daddy, Felix swears that he is never letting his daughter eat Onion Gratin soup before bed ever again.
A lone candle sends flames dancing in their assigned room, casting shadows across the walls that flicker hypnotizingly and threaten to drag Felix back down into the dredges of sleep if not for his crying daughter in his arms.
As much as it breaks his heart to see Sophie in tears, there is very little Felix can actually do to make her feel better. He isn’t the one she misses, and he doesn’t have the magical capabilities to perform the time travel spell by himself – not that he would even consider risking the safety of his daughter in an experimental spell to begin with (speaking of which, he’s going to have a chat with Linhardt about how Sophie managed to get herself sent to the past when he gets back).
It certainly doesn’t help the situation that he is due to leave on a two day mission in the morning, which is why he shows up exhausted at Annette and Mercedes’ doors at sunrise dropping off a still slumbering Sophie in their care for the next couple of days.
Sophie may not be either his nor Sylvain’s biological daughter, but she certainly inherited some traits from her fathers; and the one thing that her and Sylvain have in common is that they both like to indulge in sweets whenever they are feeling particularly sad.
And so, with a request to bake cookies with Sophie and a hasty reminder to not let her eat too many sweets lest she get a stomachache, Felix hurries off to join his battalion that is set to depart shortly after breakfast.
Which is exactly how Annette finds herself sitting on a stool watching Mercedes and Sophie cut out cute little shapes from their rolled-out cookie dough.
“Sorry Mercie, I promise I’ll help out next time when there’s less… risk of fire involved.”
Mercifully, the healer simply laughs and waves off the apology; after all, it is no secret that Annette has an uncanny ability to make things explode in the kitchen without meaning to.
“Oh that’s quite alright, Annie. After all, I have a wonderful little helper already – isn’t that right, Sophie?”
Sophie doesn’t reply but continues to meticulously push the Pegasus shaped cookie cutter into the dough.
“Sophie…?”
Peering over the counter, Annette tilts her head so that she can see past the curtain of crimson that reveals teary honey eyes and a bottom lip wobbling dangerously with barely held back sniffles.
“Oh dear, what’s wrong Sophie? Do you want a different shape?” Mercedes coos and gently turns her so that both her and Annette can fully see her expression.
One lone tear manages to drip past long brown lashes before the flood gates open.
“I…I m-miss…” Sophie chokes out before abruptly stopping, her face scrunching up in distress.
Sweeping her dress under her knees, Annette crouches down to Sophie’s eye level and smooths her hair back in a comforting gesture. “Who do you miss, sweetie?”
Once more, a flash of uncertainty and reluctance crosses her expression before Sophie finally breaks down and whispers, “I miss Daddy.”
There must be something else bothering the little Fraldarius, Mercedes and Annette conclude after an hour of fruitlessly trying to comfort Sophie that Felix will be back before you know it, because nothing they say seems to elicit any reaction other than Sophia stubbornly insisting that she misses her Daddy. Any attempts to cajole further elaboration merely ends in Sophia clamming up with more tears, looking guilty as if she has broken an unknown rule.
“Sophie, are you sure you don’t want to tell us more about what’s bothering you?” Mercedes frowns. “Is there something more than you missing Felix?”
Flour streaked hands grab the hem of her dress to wipe away the errant tear tracks on her cheeks. Shaking her head once more, Sophia invokes her Fraldarius stubbornness and repeats her mantra. “I miss Daddy.”
“I know, sweetheart.” Annette pauses for a moment as an idea strikes her. There really isn’t anything to lose considering nothing else they have done so far has helped – not even the freshly baked cookies. “Hey, Sophie? Have you ever heard of a wishing well?”
“Wishing…well?” Little eyebrows scrunch up in curiosity.
Annette beams. “Yeah! It’s where you go when you have something you are wishing for that you really, really want to come true. I like to go there whenever I am feeling sad so that I can make a wish. How about we take you there so you can make a wish for your Daddy to come home faster?”
“I can wish to see Daddy?”
The hope stirring in her eyes makes Annette’s chest clench guiltily, but she’s desperate to cheer up this little girl who has taken up resident in her heart with her radiant smiles and cheer.
“Yep! They say that if you wish really, really hard that the Goddess will hear you and grant whatever you ask for.”
“Really?” Sophie turns to Mercedes with wide eyes in search of confirmation.
Smiling back, Mercedes nods. “Yes, that’s true. But if you want your wish to reach the Goddess, you must bring an offering that is connected to your wish. Do you know anything that your Daddy likes? Maybe something we can get from the pantry?”
“Cookies.”
There’s a beat of silence as Annette and Mercedes stare at each other.
Felix doesn’t like cookies.
“Uhh… are you sure you wouldn’t rather just eat the cookies?” Annette asks; neither of them are willing to call out a child, much less a distraught one. “Maybe there’s something else we can find?”
Even though they’ve only known Sophia Fraldarius for a little while, it doesn’t take a genius to know by the set of her shoulders and pout that her mind is made up, leaving the older girls no choice but to follow along, bundling up mini Pegasus cookies in a Mercedes’ white handkerchief and setting off for the well just outside the Cathedral’s main hall.
Thankfully, it is a relatively warm day and the wind does little to bother them, despite their high altitude. When the well comes into view, Sophie’s excitement grows with each step and by the time they reach the stone structure, the knot holding the handkerchief together threatens to spill cookies across the floor, loosened by her excited skipping.
“Oookay,” Annette claps her hands together and grins. “Before we make our wish, we need to make sure we properly present our offering.”
Placing the wrapped goods on the ledge of the well, all three girls take a step back and clasp their hands with Mercedes leading their prayer.
“Dear Goddess, we are grateful for your kindness and compassion. We offer these items in hopes that you will hear our wish and grant us what we seek. May you always watch over us and protect those we hold dear.”
Taking a step forward, Mercedes makes the first wish. “I wish for all our friends and comrades to come home safe from their battles.”
From Sophie’s other side, Annette goes next. “I wish to see improvements in my faith magic so that I can protect my friends.”
When it comes to her turn, Sophie steps forward hesitantly with her hands clutched to her chest. “I…I wish that I could see Daddy.”
Stepping back, Sophia hastens to mimic the other two and claps her hands twice to finish the ritual.
Even when they turn to head back towards the dining hall for dinner, Sophia carries her wish in her heart and repeats the prayer through the rest of the day and into bed. By the time she finally manages to fall asleep, her heart is swollen with enough hope that it chases away the night terrors and leaves her with dreams of riding through fields with the person she misses the most.
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On the next day, Sophie rises with the sun.
Though still bleary eyed and exhausted, excitement runs like electric through her body and propels her from bed in a rush to get dressed in a forest green dress that matches a shirt she has seen in her fathers’ wardrobe.
If her wish really does come true, then Sophie wants to look her best so that her Daddy knows she has been taking care of herself and not out romping in the bush, wrecking havoc for her caretakers like she does so often when she visits the capital.
Breakfast crawls by ever so slowly, time moving with the same speed that her gloopy porridge drips from her spoon, but eventually the dining hall clears out and Sophie is able to drag Mercedes and Annette to the entrance of the main hall where she plants herself on the stone wall atop the staircase leading down to the marketplace.
“To make sure I don’t miss Daddy!” She had declared proudly to her caretakers when asked why she had picked this spot to settle down at.
Burnt sienna eyes focus heavily on the portcullis that protects the entrance to Garreg Mach. Even as the sky climbs higher in the sky and the noon bell tolls, Sophie does not leave her post, instead opting to eat her lunch consisting of sandwiches outside on her perch.
But as the hours of the day begin to count down and the sun sinks lower and lower towards the horizon, Sophie cannot stop the gnawing darkness of doubt that coils in her gut and grows stronger with the fading daylight.
“Still waiting?” Sylvain asks as he joins the small group of friends that have gathered anxiously anticipating the tears that will inevitably come when Sophie realizes that sometimes wishes don’t come true.
“It… probably wasn’t the best idea to give her false hope.” Ingrid frowns. “How are we going to console her when Felix doesn’t come back? He’s not due to arrive for another day.”
Letting out a moan, Annette drags a hand down her face. “I know! I shouldn’t have mentioned anything. Now she’s going to be even more upset.”
“Why don’t you just tell her that Felix isn’t coming back tonight then?”
“Because Linhardt,” Leonie rolls her eyes. “We’re not monsters who go around killing children’s hopes and dreams.”
“All I’m saying is that the upfront disappointment might be the better alternative.”
“I’m sure we can just talk to her and explain that Felix will be back the day after tomorrow.” Mercedes reasons.
When the dinner bell tolls, it echoes throughout the courtyard and through the now-empty stalls. The sky glows with reds, pinks, and oranges that are slowly fading into the dark blue of the night sky, casting their last brilliant rays on the earth.
The sniffling that ensues shortly after the bell chime fades is expected, but no less painful.
“Is… is Daddy not coming?” It’s almost unfair how lethal Sophie’s teary face is as it cuts into their hearts.
“I’m sorry, Sophie.” Dorothea says, wrapping up the little Fraldarius in a tight hug. “I’m sure Felix is doing his best to come back soon. He’ll be here for sure in another day or so.”
Leonie flashes her best reassuring smile. “Yeah! I’m sure that Felix will be on his way home soon.”
“But I miss Daddy.”
More tears are coming now and the panic among the adults is steadily increasing.
Ashe and Annette do their best to offer small placating reasons as to why Felix hasn’t come back, however despite their best efforts, Sophie’s distress grows and grows until she is sobbing just as hard as when they first found her in the middle of the sealed forest.
“I want Daddy!”
“Hey, hey.” Dorothea coos. “It’s okay, no need for tears! Why don’t we get you inside first, hm? Sylvain can give you a piggy back ride, would that make you feel better?”
Ever on the same page as her girlfriend, Ingrid quickly drives her elbow into Sylvain’s ribs and pushes him forward.
“Ouch! Er. Yeah! Of course. How about it, Sophie? Want a ride back to the dining hall?” Sylvain beams and offers up his hands, but quickly retracts them when the wails increase in volume.
“Sylvain! What did you do?”
“What?! I didn’t do anything!”
Ingrid huffs. “Well, clearly you did. Listen to her! She’s crying even louder-“
“Rider at the gate!” The shout from the sentry breaks cuts through their argument and for one blessed moment, everything falls silent except for the sound of sniffling and hoofbeats on stone that grows ever louder as it approaches.
“Rider? Not a messenger?” Caspar frowns. It’s an odd announcement – there are very few people who are brave enough to travel solo during war – and the sentries know and recognize the Resistance army’s trusted messengers.
Which means that whoever is approaching is an ally, or someone they recognize… which is even more odd because everyone they know is either already accounted for inside the walls of Garreg Mach or are out on missions and not due back for a few days.
But when the portcullis finally raises and the oaken doors part, they too recognize the person astride the horse, now galloping through the marketplace with hair the colour of crimson flame and very familiar honey eyes trained only on the weeping child seated on the stone wall.
They all continue to gape silently in various states of shock even as the rider slows to a stop at the foot of the stairs.
“What the-“
It’s undeniable now.
If the Resistance Army thought it was weird that they now had two Felix’s, they were definitely not prepared for the arrival of an older looking Sylvain Jose Gautier decked out in noble regalia with another Lance of Ruin strapped to his back.
The lazy grin he flashes them is unmistakably Sylvain, but when his eyes finally return back to Sophie, his expression morphs into something so soft that it leaves the current Sylvain reeling.
“Hey sweetheart, did you miss me?”
Sophie wastes no time in scrambling to her feet and dashing down the stone banister to throw herself into the arms of the older looking Sylvain.
“Daddy!”
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Author’s Note: This was so weird to write. Originally I wanted to do it in Sylvain's POV, but then it switched to Felix's POV, then I realized that I defaulted to active voice for Sylvain's part and told myself I would go back and change it to passive voice, but then the chapter just kept morphing and morphing and dear lord I don't know.
Imma just leave it in active voice for now. Because that's what feels right LOL. Maybe I'll have to scrap my whole passive voice practice; this chapter was hard enough to write as it is. English is hard. (Says the person with a major in English Literature).
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Yoo!! I loved your Yandere Dimitri headcanons! Could you do one for Sylvain, perhaps? 👀
Thank you so much! I apologize if the quality on this one isn’t great, but I hope it’s to your liking. I plan on doing some Claude Headcanons soon for another request.
TW: Yandere, manipulation
Sylvain is… unsure how to deal with these confronting new emotions. He’s a skirt-chaser, for sure, but he’s horribly inexperienced when it comes to authentic love. Your presence is just so frustrating. God, sometimes he just wants to rip his heart from his chest to cease that frantic beating that arises whenever you smile in his direction.
He’s used to women swooning at his feet, he’s the Sylvain Jose Gautier after all. He has everything anyone could want from a partner; good-looks, a crest, a noble title with wealth to match. But you - you’ve turned those metaphorical tables.
Your mannerisms and quirks are carefully observed and learned, and oh how they make his heart skip a beat. Your voice is a beautiful hymn that makes him weak in the knees. You - out of every woman he has woo’d, your the one to rattle his composure and shake his self-confidence. The pedestal he’s so carefully created for himself is disturbed. That’s why he needs you. When he finally has you in his arms, when he’s whisked you away upon his shinning steed into the sunset, that’s when he’ll finally be complete - He’ll finally be content.
He’ll begin his courtship as per routine - with flirtatious quips and sugar-sweet flattery. Of course, Sylvain means every word of it. He’ll make an effort to mention his crest and his status, but he knows that alone won’t win you over. Your not shallow, not like everyone else.
Expect gifts, constant compliments, a tall shadow that follows your every move to shade your perfect skin from the sun. He’d keep his cool, of course, ensuring that none of these overtly romantic gestures were ever a hassle for him.
“Oh that locket? It’s nothing, really. Its glimmer caught my eye when I was on a mission, and what can I say, I was stunned by it’s beauty. I thought to myself; ‘just what mad-man would leave a brilliantly precious treasure such as this in such an undeserving place?’. And whad’ya know (y/n), I was reminded of you.”
Oh how he’ll cherish every blush and nervous giggle, every twirl of hair around those cute fingers of yours. That’ll manage to tide him over for awhile, but soon enough he’ll be craving more.
After all, one cannot expect total conquest from the same tired tactic.
Sylvain is cunning, more so than he initially lets on. He’ll cozy up to your friends and family, and eventually they’ll be hounding you to just give in to that kindly nobleman. He’ll watch you from the shadows, learning every little intricacy of your life to get the upper hand.
If all else fails, he’s not afraid to get more…. serious. He’ll cradle your chin in his hand, whispering threats to loved ones and promises of financial ruin as if they were sweet nothings. And when you inevitably cry and weep - well he’ll be right there to bury your head in his chest and stroke your back. See? He can take care of you, if you just let him.
Sylvain will have no need for chains or bindings when those closest to you are held under his thumb.
But, as he assures you every night, it’s all for you. He’s your ‘knight in shining armor’, and your his beloved princess.
“It’s just like a fairy-tale, isn’t it honey?”
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Sylvain bows his head, fishing a handkerchief out of his pocket the moment he hears her sniffle. He hands it to the priestess as realisation slowly dawns upon him. The gentle slopes and planes of her face are incredibly familiar. Whilst he hadn't been to any of her classes yet, he had been considering his options. Trying to put a name to the face is a little out of reach but he recognises her as a professor, assigned to his house with a focus on magic. Now, Sylvain was many things: audacious, incorrigible, carefree, flirtatious - the list could go on and on.
One thing he wasn't though, was stupid. He could play a little flattery off as nothing serious. Hitting on a teacher though would be more trouble than it was really worth.
In his imagination, he can picture his father's stern face the same crimson as his hair. The lectures, the rage, the echoes of "a disappointment, a disgrace to House Gautier" play on repeat in his head. As the only heir, Sylvain is certain Matthias wouldn't actually disown him but the man could still make his life a living hell if he wanted. Yeah, definitely not worth it.
He has to think on his feet to get out of this one.
"Professor! What a surprise, you teach our class. I've been thinking about broadening my studies-- ah, sorry. You don't want to hear about that right now, do you?" Tactically, Sylvain raises a hand to ruffle the back of his hair. His gaze lowers slightly, his smile purposefully self-conscious and sheepish. Acting the part of a suitably chastised young gentleman. "Forgive me, I know it's supposed to be off limits to students. The thing is..."
"There's rumour going around about a ghost or demon even haunting the tower. I know it's silly but it has really unsettled some of the younger students. They're good kids, hardworking too." He's yet to even tell a lie. Rumours have been swirling for weeks - Sylvain knew the explanation was far more mundane than ghouls and spirits. That didn't mean everyone agreed. Or that his intentions were truly so noble and pure. "But they've been falling asleep in class. Every whistle of the wind being this ghost lady crying in the middle of the night or something. I told them there's nothing up here but they weren't convinced. One of the younger girls practically begged me to check for them."
"I'm sorry, professor. I know I'm not supposed to be here. I just thought a quick trip up here to reassure them was the lesser of two evils."
Please be feeling merciful, Sylvain thinks to himself quietly. The last thing he needed was for the margrave to hear about this.
ghostsmoochers anonymous
Rumors have started to float around Garreg Mach’s halls about a ghastly young woman haunting the monastery. Many claim to have seen a young woman in wedding white with a haunting expression on her face, though it seems nobody can agree on exactly where she was seen. The only natural choice to be made here is to go and investigate these sightings and figure out whether the woman is real or merely a figment of the student body’s imagination. [Grants Reason +1]
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The gang makes a plan to get to the root of the absolutely wacky “legend” Balthus described to them.
“Balthus!”
Sylvain called out to the burly man crossing the courtyard, waving his arms excitedly back and forth. He had just finished eating some lunch and was heading back over to his and Claude’s (and for now, Hilda’s) “office” (if you could even call it that) for some more “work” (if you could even call it that).
“Hey! Sylvain, pal!” Balthus sauntered over, his grace surprising considering his bulky, muscular, frame. A singular curl of his windswept raven hair fell over his forehead as he grinned heartily and slapped Sylvain’s back affectionately.
“I needed to talk to you. About…you know.” Sylvain indicated his head towards the monastery. “I’ve been looking for you. Have a minute?”
“Yeah, yeah, I got it. I’ll meet you there in 10. A King’s gotta eat, ya know?” He winked and waved as he left towards the door to the dining hall.
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Almost exactly ten minutes later, a knock sounded on the door of the Wednesday Counselor room (”Look, the name is a work in progress!” Sylvain insisted at Hilda’s resigned sigh).
“Come in!” Claude and Sylvain hastily swung their feet off the desk and smoothed down their shirts in a facade of professionalism. Hilda left her feet up and popped a truffle into her mouth.
“It’s just me.” Balthus followed his gruff voice into the room, closing the door behind him. “I just wanted to-oh, hey Hillie!” His face lit up, breaking into a wide grin at Hilda’s presence. “Whatcha doin’ here, princess?”
“Well, Baltie, I came in here to talk to the boys and I read your letter! You know that I can’t just stand by if something bad happens to you!” She pouted. “Plus, you didn’t tell me that you had your eye on someone! You also know that I’m the queen of matchmaking-”
“Calm down there, girlie.” Balthus sat down at the desk in front of the three, reaching over to grab a truffle right out of her hands. “Sometimes you just gotta have some guy talk first, ya know? Nothing against you, of course. You know I love ya.”
“Hmph.” Hilda took another truffle, quickly moving her hand out of Balthus’ reach as he made motions to steal it from her again.
“So what’s this about a naked midnight monastery run?” Claude interjected, leaning forward. “You can’t be serious, Balthus. Who even told you about this? I did a cursory check in the library to make sure this wasn’t a legend I just…hadn’t heard about, but I couldn’t find a trace of it.”
“You sure it’s not a prank?” Sylvain cocked his head to the side.
“Dunno.” Balthus raised a fist to his forehead, his elbow on the table. “It was one of the regulars at the Abyss bar. One of the knights. I think his name was…well…I don’t think I’ve ever gotten it. I’ve always just called him Steely, because the first time I saw him down there he got super drunk and told us all about the kind of steel his sword was forged from.” The former noble shrugged his wide shoulders. “Never thought it was important. Not sure why he’d lie to me. But if you wanna talk to him, I usually see him on Wednesdays and Saturdays.”
In unison, Sylvain and Claude leaned back and looked at each other, arms behind their heads.
“Claude?” Sylvain made a mock curtsy-like gesture and wiggled his eyebrows.
“Yes, Sylvain?” Claude mirrored his facial expression, holding a smile back under his weakly serious mask.
“Wanna grab a drink tonight?” Sylvain fluttered his eyelashes with exaggerated flirtatiousness.
“Sure. 7? Abyss?” Claude put a hand to his mouth and forced a high pitch giggle.
“Sounds good to me.” Sylvain winked.
“Hold on.” Hilda got to her feet. “What about me? What about Baltie? It would be weird to try to talk to this guy if Baltie’s around, especially if you think it’s some sort of prank. First off, why would anyone admit to pranking a person who could be listening in? Secondly, I want a drink too!”
“You and Balthus can stay behind. Maybe he can help you figure out why guys aren’t hitting on you anymore, since you made it pretty clear you don’t think we’re going to be helpful on that one.” Claude let out a bark of laughter..
“But I’m a pretty girl.” Hilda sounded almost petulant. “We’re way more likely to get info out of a drunk knight if he’s trying to impress a lady.”
“She has a point, Claude.” Sylvain considered Hilda’s words, nodding. “I don’t know that many guys who won’t bend over backwards for Hilda, especially after a couple drinks. Plus, if he doesn’t flirt back, we can try to get to the root of her problem too?”
“That’s valid. So you’re saying all three of us should head down?”
“Well, I was thinking that you and Hilda could do the honors. Balthus and I can stick around up here, grab some dinner, then have some…guy talk over a whiskey in my room.” Sylvain looked over at Balthus. “What do you think?”
Balthus shrugged again. “Fine by me, pal. I have no idea what’s going on, anyway. I just was hoping for some quick gold.”
Hilda rolled her eyes. “Is that all you think about, Baltie? You know, if this legend-” she made mock quotes with her fingers, “-is even real, you could wish for something way more than gold! Like, I dunno, the heart of the girl you love!”
A gentle flush rose to Balthus’ cheeks. “I wanna win her heart myself, Hillie. No tricks.”
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Dimitri and Ferdinand with a troublemaker s/o?
alrighty! hopefully this is what you meant by “troublemaker” :]
Dimitri:
He first noted your…unique character trait when he saw Sylvain getting vigorously chased down by Seteth. Later on, he questioned Sylvain what he’d done this time - only to learn that apparently, you’d informed Seteth of Sylvain making flirtatious comments towards her. Which, for once in his life, he hadn’t done; and that was solely because he knew of Seteth’s wrath.
Dimitri politely asked why you did that, to which you plainly responded, “Why not?”
He made sure not to get on your bad side after that. He certainly didn’t want the archbishop’s right-hand man to come after him next.
While he couldn’t exactly relate, given he’d always been very proper and rule-abiding, he did surprisingly find amusement in your troublemaking.
He found it especially laughable when you made it a point to debate with Byleth during a lecture, contradicting everything they said just because. He didn’t understand why you were like this, but that’s part of the reason why he liked you; he always was interested in what he couldn’t quite comprehend, after all.
Being in a relationship with you, he’d often (unwillingly) end up entangled in your messes, but hey - that’s bonding, right?
On one instance, two random students had some rather…unpleasant comments they decided to voice about Dimitri to his face. While he could take it without much issue, you were less than happy about it. Thus, you decided some justice needed to be reinforced.
You took it upon yourself to steal a decoration from the cathedral, sneak into the students’ rooms when they were vacant, and set up the “crime scene”. You spritzed one student’s perfume around the object and placed it in the other’s room. Therefore, it appeared obvious that the student’s friend had stolen it yet attempted to pass the blame onto the other. Genius.
The two students were given an intense tongue-lashing and minor suspension, and of course, word got out about it.
“…Was this your doing, by any chance, S/O?” Dimitri gazed over to you, a rather worried expression covering his face. You nodded, a deep sigh coming from him.
“…Well, I suppose I do have to thank you for looking out for me,” his lips curved into a grin.
Ferdinand:
Ferdinand found himself trying to stop you and Caspar from duking it out to the death in the middle of the dining hall. Like a true noble would, he reiterated.
After the fact, you two began conversing a bit more. Getting to know each other, you quickly found out about his intense one-sided rivalry with Edelgard, and opted to have some fun with that.
You spent a few minutes writing a letter in the neatest cursive you could fester - a letter demanding a battle in the training ground after classes, that is. You signed Edelgard’s name at the bottom, then dropped the letter off outside Ferdinand’s door at nighttime. Not only that, but you did a similar thing for Edelgard as well - an invitation to talk about “ending this rivalry” at the same time, “signed” by Ferdinand.
When classes ended, you quickly rushed into a hiding spot in the training grounds, waiting for impending chaos to erupt.
Edelgard arrived first, arms crossed as Ferdinand came charging in with a weapon already readied.
“So, you’ve finally come to your senses?” the white-haired leader questioned.
“I could say the same for you,” Ferdinand pointed his lance at the girl, “now draw your weapon!”
“…What?”
You had to cover your mouth with your hand to avoid your laughter ruining everything.
Later on, you ate dinner with Ferdinand and he decided to tell you the story about someone apparently writing fake letters to him and Edelgard. You very sarcastically jested that you’d have absolutely no idea who’d do such a thing, but apparently he didn’t catch on.
Honestly, he’ll probably never figure that out until five years down the road.
Being in a relationship with you will definitely help him focus less on his nobility - because, let’s face it, a lot of the things you do together are completely...not-noble-like. He was probably against breaking the rules and such at first, but…yeah. He comes around.
If anyone messes with you, he’s learned a few tricks from you to get back at them. Regardless of if he succeeds in that or not, it’s the thought that counts.
#fe3h#dimitri alexandre blaiddyd#dimitri alexandre blaiddyd x reader#ferdinand von aegir#ferdinand von aegir x reader#headcanons#imagines
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My Grandma Rates FE3H Students (and Jeritza)
My grandma knows that I play this game a lot, and so I decided to get her opinions of the characters. Yes, I know that sometimes her rating doesn’t match up with what she said. Yes, I know that she gave her favorite characters lower ratings than others. These are the numbers she gave me, I’m not gonna argue with her.————————————————————
Annette: 4/10
She likes Annette’s pre time-skip look, but not her post time-skip look. I told her that Annette what a mage, and then explained that a mage is a person who uses magic. She said, “She needs to magic herself back to looking how she used to.”
Ashe: 7/10
She thinks Ashe is handsome. I told her he was an archer, and she said he shoots arrows right into her heart. I told her about Lonato and how I had to kill him, and she asked me if Ashe knew that I did it. I told her he did, and she asked if it was because his dad got mean. I told her he was rebelling, and she said that was okay because I know right from wrong.
Bernadetta: 8/10 (because she had a hard life)
She thinks Bernadetta is pretty. I told her about what her father did, and she said that I could kill him and it would be alright. I told her he got placed under house arrest and she said that is good because you shouldn’t mistreat children. She then asked if this was from that game that I’ve been playing forever and commented that it’s “brought me a lot of pleasure.”
Caspar: 5/10
She asked me, “What happened to him?” Then just told me Caspar looks not too good when I asked her what she meant. After talking about what his personality, she said, “He’s a wild child.”
Claude: 9/10
She likes Claude and was excited to see him because knows that I like him a lot. I talked about his backstory and personality. I told her he schemes sometimes, but she says that’s okay because he’s gotta take care of himself. She also had a brother-in-law named Claude.
Dedue: 6/10
She thought that Dedue was scary because he looked mad at the world. I explained that he was very good and talked about what happened to him. I also let her know about his hobbies. At first she said, “Meeting him in the dark would not be good,” but she has since changed her mind.
Dimitri: 4/10
Upon seeing Dimitri pre time-skip, she said, “Oh boy!” Then, she saw him post time-skip and said, “Ew. He went downhill.” I told her that he struggled with mental health, but she said she’s very glad he gets better. She doesn’t know how to feel about him.
Dorothea: 3/10
She thinks Dorothea is pretty. I explained stuff about her childhood and told her that she tends to be flirtatious because she thinks no one will support her once she gets old. She said that it is good that she wants someone to support her in life. That’s all she really said.
Edelgard: 9/10
She really likes the name Edelgard, but says she wouldn’t name her child that. She thinks she’s a little unusual. I told her about her backstory. She also thinks she is conniving, but only because she has to be.
Felix: 10/10 (because he’s handsome)
She thinks Felix is really handsome. I told her about his life and she said that he’s lived a hard one. She also asked if I thought he was handsome, and I said yes.
Ferdinand: 3/10
She said Ferdinand is cute, but doesn’t know how to smile. I told her he’s a noble and can be a little bit vain and sort of looks down on commoners. She said, “Well, you get over it, Mr Ferdinand.”
Hubert: 5/10 (only because he protects Edelgard)
She thought Hubert was missing half of his face at first and exclaimed “Oh my god!” at the sight of him. She asked if he was bad or good, and I told her about how he threatens the player and those who he believes is a threat to Edelgard, so he’s kind of bad. I told her I can’t explain why I like him, but I do. She said there are some people who you meet that aren’t perfect, but you still like them. I also said he’s the person you wouldn’t want to meet in the dark. She almost rated him 0/10.
Ignatz: 8/10
She thinks he’s cute. I told her he wants to be an artist, and she said he should be, “because if you don’t do what you like you’ll always be wanting.”
Ingrid: 7/10
She thinks she’s pretty. I told her about her backstory, and she said it’s good that she knows what she wants and she’ll have to try hard to get what she wants.
Linhardt: 5/10
She thinks he’s cute. I told her I married him in my first route, then she asked if he was good. I told her yes, and she told me that was good and told me not to marry people that aren’t good. I told her about how he wanted to world Thunderbrand despite the danger of becoming a demonic beast, so now she thinks he’s “kind of wild.”
Lorenz: 9/10
She said his haircut is better the second time and the first time it looked like a bowl on his head. She’s happy that he cares about commoners and grows as a person. She also likes him because he’s my sibling’s favorite. She says it’s okay that he’s a little vain because that’s better than being evil.
Leonie: 8/10
She thinks she’s a girl that knows what she wants and that she’s a good person. She also likes her new hairdo.
Lysethia: 10/10
She thinks she’s pretty, as asked if she was a nice kid. I said kinda, and she said that’s okay because you can’t be perfect.
Marianne: 10/10
She likes Marianne’s name a lot and feels bad that she had a hard life. She said she needs to hang in there and that she’s cute.
Mercedes: 9/10
She asked if Mercedes was good, and was happy to know that she is very good. She said she sounds like a very nice character.
Petra: 7/10
She asked if she was good and was glad when I told her that she was. She thinks she looks nice, and that she’s one of the best ones she’s heard about because some of the characters are evil.
Sylvain: 6/10
She saw Sylvain and said, “Ooh! He’s got wild hair! A red headed wild child!” I explained that he’s a flirt, but that’s likely because he craves attention due to the fact that he lived a difficult life. She said he sounded complex.
Raphael: 6/10 (because she feels bad that he looks like an old man)
She said Raphael was an old man. I told her he was not, and she was surprised. She then said “sorry, old man” to Raphael, then promptly apologized again. I told her about his backstory and how he was very friendly, but she said she didn’t have anything to say about him other than he looks old. Then she called him an old man again.
Jeritza: 5/10
She thinks his armor is scary and thought he was a monster. She said it made him look like “a horrid looking person.” I explained his backstory, and she said he’s wild and there’s a lot to take in with him. She said he can’t be that bad if he likes ice cream, though. ————————————————————
She told me her favorites were Marianne, Claude, and Edelgard. She said it was easy for her to remember them because she liked their names.
Her least favorites are Hubert and Jeritza. She referred to them as “the boy with the hair who was mean” and “the one who had his monster picture.”
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Heey there! I just found your blog :) may I request what type of person Sylvain, Claude and Dimitri would fall in love with? If it's possible,could you do pre and post timeskip(like,does it change or is it the same) I hope this is okay,if not, please just ignore it! :)
Claude von Riegan: Just be a good person. Itdoesn’t even have to come naturally, he’s rather self-aware that everyone is a little bit selfish, and that’s okay in moderation. But if he sees you going outof your way more often than not to make the world a better place, if he sees that your heart is full of kindness and that you radiate warmth, he’d be farmore attracted to you. You don’t have to be completely innocent, he likes a person with some bite, a bit of sarcasm, and who’s good at reading people, but someone with a good heart would skyrocket to the top of his ‘Would AbsolutelyMarry’ list.
Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd: Dimitri would need someone who’s thoughtful and empathetic, who knows how to soothe him when his past catches up and he’s on the brink of throwing himself off the edge. He prefers someone who’s elegant and noble, but being a noble doesn’t take priority for him. He wants someone who also shares similar ideals as him, wanting to protect the weak and who puts forth their own merits instead of relying on titles. Someone down-to-earth would be preferable, but so long as he sees you as a good person, you’re likely to catch his attention.
Sylvain Jose Gautier: Sylvain has a hard to distinguish type, mostly because he can find something attractive about most people. The real problem is getting him to stick around, which means he’d likely need someone more on the stubborn side, who’s open about their feelings and wouldn’t put up with him assuming they’re only after him for his crest. He would also need someone to understand that his personality was just naturally flirtatious, so they can’t be too jealous of a person; his flirting tendencies do diminish once he’s in a committed relationship, he just needs to know you accept him for who he is.
#Sylvain Jose Gautier#Claude von Riegan#Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd#Fire Emblem Three Houses#Fire Emblem Imagines#Headcanons
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Haircut (Felix short story)
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His hair… it was too long...
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Word count: 591
Genre: Fluff/crack?
Warnings: Uses like two curse words (takes place during time skip)
A/n: pls send requests I’m so bored TT
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The moon shone brightly as a certain cold and blunt swordsman let out a gruff grunt. Sweat dripped down his back soaking his shirt. His hair? It wasn’t helping. His hair tie had snapped earlier during his training and he was too into training to go back and grab another. The inky black waves stuck to his neck causing him to feel hot. Sweaty. He let out a groan of annoyance. Why?! Why is my hair so long?! Felix thought to himself. He didn’t really notice how it now reached up to his mid back when it was let down. “You look like a really sweaty version of Rapunzel.” Felix whipped his head to the direction of the voice and there lo and behold was a certain flirtatious red headed noble. Felix let out an exasperated sigh “Sylvain.” The said noble let out a lighthearted laugh “Training again hm Felix?” Felix merely shook his head in response “Just finished.” As he shook his head however, a tornado of ink black hair slapped him in the face with a loud smack. A short pause filled the room. A loud snort cut the moment of peace. “Y- you okay there F-felix?” Sylvain asked his poor friend while doubling over with laughter. Felix flushed a light shade of pink and turned away from Sylvain. “...I don't know what youre talking about.” At this point Felix just wanted to grab his sword and shave off all his hair. Sylvain’s laughter just increased with each second that ticked by. Felix swiftly turned toward the exit to go to his room to hide do something about his situation. “Im leaving.” Felix said coldly, an attempt to swat away the humiliation that lingered in his system. The laughter only grew louder and Felix left without another word. He carefully sneaked behind pillars and walls, using the night to his advantage to mask himself from the view of others. He certainly doesn’t want more attention brought to his his mop of inky colored locks.
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His room. Finally. Felix let out an exhausted sigh. This was getting out of hand. His room is pitch black and he could barely see his own feet. Felix grabbed his sword at his side. He had made his choice. Felix grumbled to himself making a decision. “ About time I cut off this mess.” He raises his sword higher up to his head. He grabbed fistfuls of his soft hair, not caring if it turned out too short. Slice. He pauses for a moment and lets his hair fall to the floor. He mentally curses himself knowing he probably should have done this in his bathroom and not just whack off chunks of hair in the middle of his room. Felix brings the sword up once again. Whack. He sheathed his sword and felt his hair. Uneven. Messy. Short. He stood up to finally light a candle and headed to his mirror. Fuck. It was a mess. Hair stood in all directions and it was cut so that one side was noticeably shorter one one side. He let out an annoyed groan and flopped on his bed. Should just shave the damn thing off.
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“Whoa Felix what happened!?” Sylvain gawked at his friend's new hair cut. “Shut it Sylvain.” From that day on Felix put his hair up in intricate designs masking his failed attempt at haircut.
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Valentines Day gift
@dreamxalittlexharder
Sigwald took a deep breath in as he paced outside of his boyfriend’s quarters for a moment. Eventually he opened the door, smiling as he offered up his gift of black roses and a home-made card with an anatomically correct heart on the front. As he looked lovingly at Sylvain he began reciting;
"Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm’d; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st; Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.“
Upon seeing his boyfriend walk into the room, Sylvain had a smile on his face. He always enjoyed it when he got time to spend with Sigwald. The noble took the roses and card, chuckling a bit at the heart on the front. Leave it to Sigwald to draw an anatomically correct heart on a valentines day card. He looked up at the other as he heard the poem that Sigwald had begun to recite. “You are such a dork, you know that. But then again, that’s what won me over in the end.”
#dreamxalittlexharder#A flirtatious Noble // Sylvain#We’re simply meant to be // Sylvain and Sigwald#Is this for me? // Submission#submission
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Am I the only one who finds it irritating how the fandom often completely ignore most of Dorothea's negative traits? I don't dislike her, but when I first met her in-game I thought she was an annoying thot and I took pleasure shooting her flirting down. I do like what they've done with her character, but for me something I find fascinating about Dorothea is she's such a hypocrite when it comes to her biased viewpoint nobles and how she holds them to standards she doesn't follow herself. (1/3)
Like for example, she gets mad at Lorenz for being classist, which he is, but he says he's trying to find a wife who will raise his house's standing - something Dorothea outright states she's looking to gain for herself by marrying a noble. She asks Sylvain if he'd be interested in her if she was a "hoarse-voiced old hag", but Sylvain counters that she only likes him because he's a noble and rich. She's a jerk to Ferdinand over a misunderstanding that was based off HER assumptions of him, and she talks about qualities she's looking for in a spouse, but thinks that being beautiful is the only thing she needs to bring to a relationship. There's plenty of other examples, you get the idea. Idk, I guess people are sympathetic to Dorothea because of how she grew up, but her hypocritical views are actually a big part of her character and they just get ignored because people are too busy being like, "YAS BI QUEEN" and can't stand having her being seen as problematic in any way.
I’ll preface this by saying that I 100% am a huge fan of Dorothea. If I ever have the energy to do another post like I recently did for Dimitri, she def would be one of the characters that I’d consider.
Buuuut, I agree with you anon. People boiling down interesting characters to their most easily consumable traits is a huge issues I take with fandom in general, although since I keep myself so distanced I hadn’t really seen it with Dorothea. When I first met her, I actually kinda just ignored her under the assumption that she would be your average flirty type. It was her death and post timeskip appearance (yes I’m that shallow, sue me) that made me want to get to know her better so when I actually cared to interact with Dorothea further, it was while knowing there was a bit more to her than surface value. Tbh, the only time I really felt annoyed with her behavior was with Ferdinand, as I felt the whole situation was a bit ridiculous and the structure of supports made it such an awkward affair.
That said, I completely see what you mean. These contradictions are why Dorothea interesting. As with all of these characters, her flaws are backed up by clearly displayed character tags and a very sad and sympathetic backstory... But that doesn’t make the flaws excusable. Her low opinion of herself and desperation to be loved in contrast with the actions she feels are necessary to be happy drive her hypocritical behavior, which is really cool from a writing standpoint and make her both sympathetic and frustrating. She’s very similar to Sylvain in this way, for better and for worse. They’re problematic and hold some pretty unhealthy beliefs about people and themselves, but also have a past and issues that explain why they’d feel that way. In some ways, they’re both justified in their feelings, but on the whole they’re wrong in their behavior and for allowing their predetermined judgement of others and themselves to dictate their behavior. Obviously there’s some glaring differences between the two characters, but I like the comparison because the writers took two similar archetypes and developed and expanded on them to make such wonderfully well done people. Just like Sylvain (and basically any interesting character) her flaws make Dorothea infinitely more complex and fascinating. Her hypocrisy has depth and a very satisfying resolution when she does find actual love and realize that her biases were wrong. Personally, I wouldn’t like her if she was nothing but a flirtatious ~bisexual queen~ stereotype or if I didn’t believe there was far more to explore beyond what was shown in the game. I think that painting her that way kinda cheapens Dorothea overall.
ANYWAY, yeah. That was a bit of a long-form way to say that I agree with you. This ask kind of surprised me tbh, but I love this sort of analysis stuff so I’m very, very happy to hear other people’s opinions! Overall, I just can’t understand why people are so afraid of their favorite characters having actual flaws, or why they need to explain away any flaws they do have to make said character a perfect icon. I literally cannot overstate my love for Dorothea. I love her place in the game and how she provides such an empathetic perspective, how she embodies a very real sense of insecurity and desperation to be loved that I think a lot of people (aka, me) can resonate with. I love how much she cares for people, how much she grows up throughout the story. I love that she’s such a flawed person.
#Anonymous#dorothea arnault#fe dorothea#FE3H#i feel awkward with this stuff sometimes#bc i have no right to tell other people how to enjoy their favorite characters#but this is my opinion#i hope you can feel a little more positively about dorothea anon#she really is a gem
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