#I’ve been told one too many times by a teacher that Timeskip = Bad and I’m scared to use this narrative tool fuck me

[unfried-mouth-wheat]

Beating off the urge to put a time skip in my fic with a stick

[thewinterwaifu]

Perfect teatime

Pairing:Post timeskip Edelgard x  reader

Gender of reader:female

Word count:1005

Genre:fluff

Warnings:slight angst,war and death mention (It’s 3H so yeah)

Plot summary:Y/n had always been by Edelgard’s side, and now that the war is over, the empress decides it’s time to confess her feelings

A/N:Because Byleth sided with her, Edelgard is well, written as ‘being in the right’ here. It’s for narrative purposes!Nothing against people who don’t agree with Edelgard!I actuallly have a Bernadetta fic where she is written as ‘being in the wrong’. Anyway I wrote this for a friend but I hope you like it too

It had been a few months now. Fodlan was now officially united under the rule of empress Edelgard. A fair Fodlan where crests didn’t matter and the church had no influence. This is what she had always wanted, the world she wished she had been born and had taken upon herself to shape. Yet, Edelgard felt like something was lacking, like she was missing something. Every time she saw Y/N, she felt a pang in her chest, yearning for her love and touch. Yet, being an empress was such an important and time consuming duty, they barely got any time together. Edelgard thought about her all day, but some of those thoughts weren’t exactly pleasant.

Surely, she would be happier with someone else, with someone who could dedicate her hours and hours of time, shower her with love every minute of the day. Was it selfish to cling onto these feelings?To want to be with her despite it all?Maybe they should talk about this...over some tea. Yes, that was a great idea on her mind. And it was, being honest, except well, she couldn’t bring herself to say it. She could make small talk and have conversations about anything else with Aster just fine, but when she wanted to confess her feelings, she just couldn’t.

By now, they were almost all out of tea and cookies and she still hadn’t said a word about it. How? She had the courage to start a revolution and charge into battle, not fearing death. Why couldn’t she just confess her feelings to her crush? ‘God damn it Edelgard, just get it together!’ she told herself.

Y/N had similar thoughts herself. Ever since they met, she had been head over heels for the white haired girl. They had been through hell and back, she had stayed at her side even when half of the continent  and the church was  against her. She admired her noble spirit and her desire to do good. Now, she was on top of the world. She felt bad for how busy she was though.

“I’ve missed these tea parties…”  Edelgard said with a pleased sigh before she took another sip from her cup. “I missed you in general my friend” she said with a smile. ‘Friend’. That word hurt to say...but it was the cruel, harsh truth wasn’t it?

“Me too!” Y/N agreed “Brings back the memories of our life as students  in the monastery…” those were some easier times...When they just had to worry about not falling behind on any classes. Even all those classes about magic and all kinds of weapons couldn’t have prepared them for the horrors of war. No need to think about that now though, right? It was over, all over...some of those who slither in the dark still lurked in the shadows, but they would smite them as they came.

“The monastery...right” Edelgard gave her a bittersweet smile. She wished she didn’t need to slay so many of the people she once called students and teachers. And well, there was where she find out she wasn’t just interested in men. 

As soon as she met Y/N, she knew they had something special. She found herself yearning for her touch and wanting to spend more time with her, to really get to know her. She had also been terrified that she would see her as a monster when she revealed her ideals and her plan to start a revolution. When she stayed by her side, she knew nothing else would matter. She didn’t care if the kingdom, church and alliance were all against her. As long as she had her by her side, she would be alright.

“Ah!Remember when Manuela screamed at Lindhart for falling asleep in the lecture but her yelling wouldn’t wake him up?” she chuckled at just the memory. What she would give to go back in time and just relive a day in the monastery again.

“And the battle of the eagle and lion!The professor really helped us win that one!How happy we were and how much we celebrated...We really thought real combat was as simple as that huh” Y/N replied. “And the dancing competition!We won that one too!”

“Yes, yes! But I’d say I have an ever better memory that I still dream about to this day”  she said. This was it. She was going to take her chance now. She couldn’t stall this any longer.

“And what might that be?” the other woman said with curiosity, raising her eyebrow.

“Well. I still remember when one year, a new student walked in. I thought she was very interesting but it wasn’t just that. There was...something more. I...had a crush. She made me realize that I liked women. We got closer with each passing day and my crush on her would get bigger and bigger. When my plan started...I was so afraid of losing her, that she would call me a monster. Yet, she stayed by my side. Then, I was terrified for another reason. What if she fell in battle?I wouldn’t be able to live with that guilt. But...here she is...in front of me. And I can say with complete confidence, that I’m very much in love” she concluded

Y/N’s cheeks blushed bright red. Was she dreaming? She had been wanting to hear those words for oh too long.

“I...I feel the same way about you Edelgard” she confessed, reaching out for her hand, which El happily gave, squeezing hers.

“Ah, that makes me so happy!I...must say I thought my feelings would be unrequited. This feeling...it’s...overwhelming. Once those who slither in the dark are completely defeated...I’ll find someone worthy, who can take the reins of the empire for me. Then, we’ll be able to spend the rest of our lifetime together...You and I will become the light that shines over Fodlan, just as you have shined upon my life”

[airlock]

so, folks, I’m here to start another heinous text post series!

once again, we have results on a FEH poll -- and once again, IS has fucked up the vote counting beyond repair, leaving me filled with desire to tally things up nicer and properer. which I will try to do anyway, but the only numbers published were the ones above their top 100, so I guess we’ll technically have some missing information

but then, I thought, hey, while I’m at it, why don’t I offer some pointed critique as to whether the most voted characters deserve their votes?

let’s start with the professors. below the cut: the top 15 most wanted teachers in Fire Emblem, and whether they are any good as professors!

#1: BYLETH (10574 votes across all genders and forms)

yeah, yeah, that figures; if you don’t want to think too hard about this, why not go with the character who is only known as Professor, right?

that said, I’ve had classes with professors whose facial experssions never change and whose dialogue choices don’t matter, and let me tell you, regardless of who was controlling them behind the scenes, I can’t recommend that experience

#2: ROBIN (3110 votes across all genders)

ehm, sure? I mean, if taking over the plot and arbitrarily succeeding at everything you try are teachable skills, sign me up I guess-

#3: CECILIA (2426 votes)

our first extant personality is here, and not a bad choice at all! I mean, if her curriculum is whatever Lilina is doing, then I’d learn happily. even if she can be astonishingly blunt and I happen to have weaknesses and insecurities-

#4: CAMILLA (1303 votes)

look, I get it; those of you who played fates are ever so often telling me that, despite all the hype, there’s an actual character there somewhere beneath the slab of meat. I’ve heard you tell me a million times by now. but please, by all means, explain to me what this can possibly represent if not 1303 people with a teacher kink

and yeah, I hope you’re bracing yourself for that already, because we’re going to be running into multiple characters who are obvious horny votes. potentially even some who are sneaky horny votes -- like, sure, Cecilia is a good teacher, but she’s also the series’ first bangable teacher, and I have no way of knowing where one ends and another begins out of her 2426

#5: IKE (1121 votes across all appearances)

what’s there for him to teach, anyway? how to get away with yelling at a foreign monarch whose help you need? how to do handstands with a sword? ... actually, you know what, sign me up for both of those, even if this is basically an additional horny vote

(pew pew peeeeeeeeeeew I went there)

#6: LYN (877 votes)

er, I don’t even... are people counting it as “teaching” if she sometimes talks exposition at the player character? I mean, even as far as that goes, exposition usually falls to the other people in her team anyway...... hmmmmm

like yeah, regardless, she’s passably nice -- opinionated, sure, but that doesn’t usually grate much -- and dedicated to self-improvement... like, it’s not that she has any outstanding qualities for a teacher, but she’s already a better candidate than probably half this list

#7: CLAUDE (869 votes across all appearances)

869 votes total, of which 619 are for his post-timeskip appearance. nice. (and also, booyaka booyaka)

... I guess you can accuse this one of being a horny vote also, because I mean, it’s claude, he does that to everyone -- but considering that Dimitri didn’t get into the top 15 despite what Erica Lindbeck would have wanted, I think it’s safe to assume that this is at least partially about Claude’s brains.

that said, though, being clever doesn’t alone make someone a good teacher, so, what does he really have going for him? well, he’s very eloquent -- although he’s never struck me as the good-at-being-the-center-of-attention type. and he’s funny, which is a thing that a lot of people look for in a teacher, although let me tell you, years of cram school have really shown me to only want that in a secondary capacity,

... wait, on second thought, how many people voted for this just because of Joe Zieja?

#8: SHANNAM (852 votes)

wow, I can’t believe 852 people have been completely duped! ... well, he did accidentally teach Mareeta how to Astra, but that sounds like it had nothing to do with what he was doing at all. I guess it’d be nice to discover a hidden talent just like that, but it doesn’t seem to be something we can rely on Shannam for. just like everything else

incidentally, I’m told there’s going to be a lot of random Jugdrali nobodies on the next categories too -- I’m guessing that must be the newest FE Reddit mob prank. too bad there’s probably not going to be a category that Dorcas can take over

(in case you’re wondering, the actual shannan has a modest 171 votes to his name)

#9: MANUELA (851 votes)

I’m not going to call this an outright horny vote, but one thing I can tell you all for sure is that nobody who’s voting for this wants to have an actual class where things get done

like, sure, she’s not without her share of admirable wisdom, but we’re talking about someone who openly felt like jumping into a lake when someone told her they look up to her and think she has made good decisions

#10: TITANIA (818 votes across all appearances)

the very first character on this list I can’t fault or make fun of at all, and it’s taken us the entire top 10 to get there. bravo, Fire Emblem fans. and bravo IS for splitting the tellius votes again, making her rank even worse on the official list

#11: EDELGARD (766 votes across all appearances)

what. I mean, sure, she’s a fantastic public speaker, but like, I hope you haven’t had enough yet of the teacher who boasts about how they WILL fail you

#12: SETETH (733 votes, possibly with uncounted change)

being taught by seteth is, presumably, like being taught by snape, minus all of the venom. solid choice, I suppose!

plus, if we’re following up on the Joe Zieja thing, I’d really be lining up to take classes from Mark Whitten. or Allegra Clark. or Christian La Monte, but that’d just be because he’s adorable and I’d watch him doing like anything

(get your mind out of the gutter)

#13: CANAS (685 votes)

I’m like, at least halfway sure that’s the one I voted for. hell yeah!

what’s there not to love? sure, he might be a spot awkward, but that unmatchable passion for knowledge is one of the best traits to have as a teacher, not to mention that he’s humble, happy to teach, and even good with kids! er, other people’s kids, that is. kids other than Hugh

(technically, he’s also voiced by Joe Zieja, but eh, I doubt anyone’s thought of that)

#14: ATHOS (664 votes)

if Seteth was the Snape pick, this is the Dumbledore -- again, without the venom, if he does have skeletons in his closet. that said, he forgets to eat just because he probably doesn’t have to anymore, so y’know, brace yourself for how that translates into keeping the class organized

(incidentally, his student Pent just barely missed my cut, as he is #16)

#15: LUKAS (647 votes)

you know what? it’s not that Lukas isn’t kind and passionate for knowledge and a bunch of other things that make a good teacher, but I regret to say I am 100% calling this both a horny vote and a voice actor vote. a horny for the voice actor vote, if you will. you’re not looking for a class, you’re looking for an ASMR roleplay of one

HONORABLE MENTIONS (highest vote in their continuity, without reaching top 15)

Maiko (622 votes): I haven’t played TMS#FE, so someone else will have to gauge the extent to which this is a horny vote

Marth (544 votes across all appearances): look, marth’s whole thing is how he’s just a naïve whelp standing on the shoulders of giants, so let’s be real -- you want Jagen to be your teacher. and hell yeah, so do I

Plumeria (400 votes): holy shit, look, 400 people who aren’t funny at all. like not even a little bit

Eirika (363 votes): it’s strange that she’s beating out the plethora of proper teacherly characters in Magvel, like Saleh and Duessel. I guess the upshot is that she’s never going to catch you cheating in a test?

unlike what I normally say on my heavily opinionated text posts, I’m eager to hear what you all have to say about all that -- this poll is a lot less fun than the discussions it raises! so yeah, who deserves all the votes they got here? did the one you voted for make the cut? are you on the defensive because I’ve seen right through you? let me know in the replies and reblogs!

[koukouture]

Meant for you chapter 7) Welcome to Reim

”Cheif Rametoto, I the warrior Hinahoho am grateful for your presence” Hinahoho said. 

Hina, Sinbad, Amaris and a woman who’s name was apparently Rurumu, knelt in front of an old weathered man, Rametoto, cheif of Imcakk. Hina stood, “We are here to ask for your permission, will you allow us, Hinahoho and Rurumu to get married? And leave the Imchakk clan?”

’Hina, choose your words more carefully’ Amaris thought. ‘You do not talk to a girl’s dad like that’

“Answer this question, warrior Hinahoho, what are you able to provide for my daughter? Wealth? Power? Status? My daughter has been cultured to be a warrior, she’s wanted nothing else her entire life. She has everything you can think of. So, I ask again; what can you provide to a person like her?” 

“At the moment, I am unable to provide her with anything” Hina replied. ‘Bad answer’ Amaris though with a wince. 

“Bastard! Who in their right mind would dare to insult the great cheif of Imchakk!? I’ll mangle you!” 

The cheif yelled, jumping down and swinging his staff just above Hinahoho’s shoulder. Amaris was surprised he didn’t even flinch, ‘Hina, you now have my respect’ Amaris thought, trembling from the sudden commotion.

”I am unable to provide anything for her in my current state” Hina said calmly. “That being said, we can work together to make our dreams come true” he said, turning to face Sinbad. 

“That is my master’s dream”

’Again, WHAT ABOUT ME!?’ Amaris mentally yelled. 

Timeskip...

They were off, with an agreement with Imchakk. They would sell things from Imchakk, and make a name for themselves as great merchants. But, there was a downside to this...

”A dress!? You’ve got to be kidding me!” Amaris yelled as Rurumu held a white dress in front of her. Rurumu frowned slightly “You are a lady, you should dress and act like one” 

The white haired girl ran behind Sinbad “Sin-kun, protect me!” Amaris yelped, hiding behind Sinbad. 

“I don’t see a problem with this. You would look good in that. Plus, she’s right. We’re not street kids anymore” 

Sinbad was dressed in fine clothes, having changed out of the ones the Imchakk gave him. He looked good, more clean, but Amaris wasn’t digging her outfit options. Sinbad sighed, knowing he wouldn’t win if she decided to argue, he pushed her further into the room and shut the door  behind him “Have fun!” 

Amaris trembled as Rurumu cast her shadow over her. “Ummm...”

Timeskip...

“It’s truly a pleasure to meet you. My name is Ja’far, and I’m what you would call a merchant. We’d be honoured if you could stock our products in your lovely store- What the hell am I saying!” Ja’far fumed. Amaris sighed beside him, “Don’t worry. Sometimes I wonder why I’m here too” she muttered. She was dressed in a simple but beautiful white dress held together by a rope, her hair was free of it’s ponytail and hanging by her shoulders, a gold circlet set off her white hair “I’ve had enough of this you old hag!” The boy yelled, slamming his fists in the table. 

Rurumu’s eye twitched “Old hag?”

Amaris and Sinbad jumped as Rurumu karate chopped the poor kid’s face. 

“How many times to I need to tell you; when addressing a mature lady, you address them and ‘miss’ or ‘madam’. We are now a part of Sinbad’s merchant crew, we have to act the part. The way we carry ourselves is the key to building strong and true trade relationships” the Imchakk women scolded.

A few minutes later....

”HOW DO YOU EXPECT TO AMOUNT TO ANYTHING IF YOU CAN’T EVEN READ!? YOU MUST ALSO LEARN CULTURE, GEOGRAPHY, AND OF COURSE MATHEMATICS!” Rurumu scolded. ‘I should have paid attention to my teacher’ Amaris thought, regretting not listening paying attention to her classes in the other world. But there was more hell to come. 

“Ja’far! Correct you’re posture!”

”Stay standing!” 

Soon enough, the three kids were on the ground exhausted. They saw Hina, Vittel, and Maho standing over them. “Hey how are you guys? Hanging in there?” Hina teased. “C’mon! You’ve got this!” Vittel encouraged. Amaris groaned while Ja’far grumbled about his headache. 

“Lunch time everyone!” Rurumu called. 

“I should have stayed in Parthevia...” Amaris groaned as Sin pulled her up. He patted her back with an apologetic smile. “Remember your manners now!” Rurumu said. Amaris saw the boys cringing, but she was used to this crap and just dug in. ‘Man this is good’ Amaris thought, taking a bite of the well cooked meat. 

An hour later, they were back to studying. It was just grammar and speech, Amaris was pretty good at it. Having spent most of her life in a world where everyone had the right to an education, she was a few leagues above the boys. “Hmm, Amaris dear, you sound like you know these things rather well” Rurumu said, checking her work. 

“Well, it’s not that hard really” she replied. 

“Indeed, for a noble, at least” Rurumu said, eying her almost suspiciously. 

“Yeah!” Sinbad piped up “I’ve always wondered why you’ve always been so smart, being able to write and read like that. But maybe you were a noble before we found you”

”Found her?” Rurumu repeated “I thought you two grew up in the slums together” Amaris sweat dropped nervously but Sin came to her rescue. 

“When we were eleven, we found Amaris passed out a little ways past the village. She had amnesia so we took her in” Sin explained. 

“Oh, well, I’m glad you’re starting to remember” Rurumu said, patting her head with her large hand. “And since you’re one step ahead of all my lessons, I won’t need to teach you anymore” 

“WHAT!?” Sinbad and Ja’far yelled. “Thank you!” Amaris exclaimed before heading off to tell Hina so he could assign her something to do. “No fair” Ja’far whined. 

Many nights passed and Amaris got to know everyone else better. She learned that Vittel was incredibly funny and that Maho was amazingly good at handling delicate things. And that Ja’far and her got sunburnt easily. Yep. (Haha I can’t relate since I have dark skip ;P) 

It was one faithful day when she saw the docks of Reim up ahead, Sinbad had climbed up onto the mast for a better view, she would have joined him but she couldn’t do shit in a dress. 

“All right, let’s get to business! There’s no time to waste so let’s go!” 

“Come one come all! Get you’re exclusive imported goods from Imchakk” Sinbad and Ja’far advertised while Amaris just hung back. A crowd of people gathered around to look at the goods. Most of the women over Sinbad, and most young men over Amaris. “Eh” Amaris sweat dropped nervously at her new admirers.

”What a beautiful girl” 

“Such fair skin” (I’ve been watching way too much Saiki k...) 

Over the crowd, Amaris could see Vittel with an amused look. “Help me!” She whisper yelled. Vittel shook his head and waved at her as he dealt with some customers. But, her saviours were the guards. “Break it up, break it up!” startled, the citizens cleared out. 

“You don’t have permission to set up shop here young man” one of the guards said. 

“Oh, I’m sorry sir” Sinbad replied “We’ll begin the appropriate procedure right away. Where do I go?” 

“You mean you don’t know anything about trading in Reim?” The first one said, the other sighed. “All universal transactions must go through the Reim union, which controls everything. Only the companies approved by the union are permitted to sell” the other one explained. 

“If there aren’t anymore questions then you can leave. That goes for all of you, move it!” The guard said. The people muttered as they walked away. A man in a blue cloak walked up and asked for the proprietor, Sinbad Of course answered him while Amaris helped clean up. “Yo Amaris! Box up everything we have! We have a deal!” Vittel yelled. 

“What!?” 

A sac of silver coins clinked onto the ground “Please accept this. I hope to do business with you again” the mysterious man said, and with that, he boarded his carriage and left. But that night, they were in for a surprise. 

“What’s going on here? These are our products” 

“And look at the price! They’re five-no-times higher!” 

“We were duped!” 

“That jerk took advantage of us” Hina growled. 

“He must make his money by buying and reselling goods” Sinbad said. “That being said, he plays it safe and targets non union merchants like us”

”I see” Rurumu said sadly when they met up and told her what happened. 

“How much did we loose Sinbad?” Hina asked. (I’m too lazy to write Hinahoho ok?) 

“I don’t know” was the purple head’s reply. Amaris sighed, “So much for our effort” 

“Bottom line is we need to join the union in order to conduct business in Reim. There’s no point in arguing about the resale” Ja’far and Vittel looked down. “I agree. I underestimated the trading business” Vittel said. “We all did” Rurumu sighed “But this is the reality of our business” 

“When it comes to trade, we’re total amateurs” Hina said. 

“What are you saying!? Isn’t that the fun of being in this business!?” Everyone looked at Sinbad, shocked. 

“But that guy made us look like idiots!” Ja’far protested. 

“Look at the big picture! That’s why it’s fun” 

“Huh?” 

“I respect merchants. Is you ask me I think they’re the shrewdest people to ever live! The world is run by money, and merchants move money. They have a huge roll in this world. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration if I said that merchants move the world! Just think of it guys! We get to compete with people of that caliber! It’s nothing short of mind blowing!” 

Amaris felt the Rukh buzz in excitement, she didn’t know how but, it was a feeling. “I cannot believe you’re talking me into this again” Hina scoffed. “Our leader has spoken, and it is our duty to follow him!” 

“Sinbad, are you sure about this?” Rurumu, Hina, Ja’far, Vittel, Maho, and Amaris were in their boat. “Yeah. Head back to Imchakk as fast as you can and come back with new goods. Hopefully when you return I’ve settled things with the union” 

“Got it. We’re counting on you Sin” and they sailed off, leaving Sinbad on the docs. When they were about fifty yards away from the docs, Vittel grasped Amaris’ shoulders “Ok, spill  it. Do you have a crush on Sinbad?” 

“WH-WHAT!?”

[flyswhumpcenter]

Bad Things Happen Bingo! The event where you send me requests according to this marvelous card! (Red cross is the completed prompt, character headshots are prompts I’ve already filled. I don’t have any request left, so feel free to send in suggestions for this card!).

I still don't know what I'm doing.

I need to respect my BTHB prompts more than that, this is a catastrophe in terms of prompt filling. My characterization is literally all over the place with this one, but you can consider it a way to break the ice with new characters I don't know entirely yet. I've also taken great inspiration from my friend Azure's fanon (which is a nicer way to say I fucked up trying to write for her fanon) It's been a struggle coming up with interpretations for these two, so this is... meh at best, but I hope someone out there will like it anyway; At least, I hope it'll be a stepping stone towards better writing. I am very sorry for this, FE3H fandom, this is weird and experimental in nature. I was kind of trying things out and I've been in the wrong mood for this fic (as in: Inazuma Eleven mood sksk), but hey, if my friend and/or someone else likes this, then it'll have done its job.

I may come back to this ship another time with better ideas as to how to write them, but at least, the painful first approach is done and over with. Phew.

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Shifting Temperatures

Summary:

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses (pre-Timeskip, fanon-heavy) Ship: F!Byleth/Claude

Wordcount: 2K words

Event hosted by @badthingshappenbingo

AO3 version available here.

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The monastery was a place he didn’t like and had never liked. He also didn’t have the intention of ever liking the place, this much was obvious: it was cold, so cold, and it was a prison he had been confined to. Yeah, sure, as if that was going to motivate it to become some kind of king over a kingdom.

Being forced to remain in just one room of that monastery just made things worse.

 It was all because of the weather that never knew what it wanted and the monastery’s absolutely garbage isolation. It was always cold, in that damn thing: stone didn’t protect them from the outside temperatures as much as these people thought it did. Spend more than a week in this place without falling sick, he dared the sky above: even a god couldn’t withstand the shifts in temperatures and the rain that kept pouring at the wrong moments.

Curse that thing, and curse having to live with an ailment of any kind. That wasn’t fun, that wasn’t the way he wanted to live his life! Being stuck in this place wasn’t enough, did they have to add on top of everything sicknesses?

 Nobody had ever been served better than by themselves, so Claude did as he usually did: feign normalcy and continue on with his day as … “less worse” than possible. It shouldn’t have been this hard to ignore a lingering headache and slightly stiff limbs. After all, they were all warriors in the making, post-training hours always felt sore.

Classes sored them dry, at times, too, but he minded them less. Well, he still minded them enough to skip on some of them from time to time, but it was the lesser evil of the monastery’s lifestyle. Attribute that to the teacher: she was gorgeous, quirky and always there for them. If there was one other person he’d have trusted with his life, aside from his parents, it’d have been her; and he was grateful for her to be with the Golden Deers.

He may have also had the tiniest crush on her, but that was a mere detail.

 The illness didn’t subdue, to his misfortune. As if the world was out to get him, the lingering feeling had turned into a full-blown headache and he could only describe himself as “intensely lethargic”, if the mess his mind was in had allowed for clear words. Instead, putting together a full sentence and not wanting to immediately sleep for three days was close to impossible, so skipping class it was: he’d just pretend he had been concocting poisons or something in the meantime.

He didn’t like skipping the opportunity to show off to his classmates, but what could he do about it? It wasn’t like he’d be able to pull out anything extraordinary with the pitiful condition he was in. A sneezing archer was ridiculous, he’d only get laughed at, or worried over, and he wanted neither of these options.

 But the Professor had her eyes everywhere. She had hands and feet in every room of the monastery, even if she wasn’t conscious of it, and he felt disappointed in himself not to be relied on by her.

 And there began a paradox. He missed her company, her eyes, her words, her scent; but he couldn’t let himself be seen by her. In a world where he could only really trust her, he didn’t want to her get concerned over him and call someone else because she was no doctor. He was much better off taking care of this on his own with what knowledge he had and compose with bits and pieces he could gather, and just showing up for her classes. Sitting on a chair and listening to someone couldn’t be a chore, right?

Wrong. As it turned out, he wasn’t made to be a cleric, and everything felt blurry around him. It was weird, fuzzy feeling: the faces of his comrades were unclear, their voices muffled and more and more distant, and his vision was severely hindered. Keeping up the façade and nosing around weren’t options anymore: he had to focus just to remain afloat, it was no time to be sneaking around trying to find new information he had never heard of before.

And he knew his façade had been shattered when the professor asked him to stay behind after a class he was regretting attending.

 He was, either lucky or the polar opposite, to have seen the world spin around him in unimaginable speeds, spots invading his sight, passing out right before she could tell him anything.

 Not that coming to hadn’t been a bad decision all in itself afterwards. He had managed to get himself landed in the very room he had been avoiding for an entire week: the infirmary. His head was still felt with lead, lolling on a pillow, as his eyes tried to focus on whatever the hell was around him. The summer sunlight passing through the window was doing no wonder to his shivering skin, but that discomfort had nothing on the humiliation that washed over him when he noticed Byleth was sitting next to the bed.

It couldn’t possibly get worse, and she looked pensive, almost lost in thoughts. If he didn’t know better, he’d have supposed she had fallen asleep sitting there all alone, perhaps speaking to a wall. He cleared his throat as to get back into the swift of things and still look cool (there was no way he was letting the situation slip away from him entirely).

 “Didn’t see you there, Teach,” he greeted her with a hoarse voice that hurt to use and the least pitiful smile he could pull off. It helped that it was Byleth gracing his eyes and not anyone else, truth be told.

“Ah, you’re awake, Claude,” she broke out of her daydreaming, face obviously bothered by something, undoubtedly him. “How you’re feeling?”

“Take a guess,” he avoided the question with.

“…terrible, then?”

“I wouldn’t have used that word,” he replied as he learned his back against the wall behind it, “but not too far, I suppose.”

“That’s what I thought.”

 Byleth closed the book she had held in her hands all along, before putting it aside and tensing suddenly. At least, it seemed sudden: truth be told, his swimming vision and sudden wave of dizziness didn’t help him decipher her body language more accurately than a soldier bleeding to death trying to guess where he was hitting with a desperate sword.

“You’re still burning,” she mumbled under her breath, sounding further than she should have.

“That’s just because I’m hot,” he tried boasting, without any success, and what he could see of her face only confirmed his wittiness wasn’t at its best today.

Sucked to be there, sucked even more to be stuck there.

 Right as he tried to muster an argument to let him escape from the infirmary when he knew he was doomed to stay there, he got a glimpse of his mother’s concerned face, before the vision broke off and he was left with his teacher again, his heart having missed a beat and a tear wanting to take shape.

“Is there something wrong?” She asked.”

“No… Nothing, Teach.”

“It… better be that way.”

 Her hands nervously grabbed the book back, fingers clutch around it. Typical Byleth, he thought as he felt a small smirk appear on his face, but he coughed before he could even try telling himself he felt better.

“You’re on bed rest for the days to come,” she told him without making eye contact. “Take that as an order from your teacher, please.”

“You’ve noticed?” Nobody would have cared before if he was sick or not.

“Of course I have. I may not be the best professor, but I’m trying. You’re the one who told me a teacher was supposed to be invested in their students, aren’t you?”

A butchered giggle got out of him as he remembered the conversation. “That’s… actually right.”

 Byleth crossed her arms, finally facing him again. Her cheeks were a little red, the expression not letting go of its sternness by much.

“The class kind of freaked out when you fainted. I’d appreciate it if you never did that again.”

“Huh… Same,” it was his turn to look away. “That wasn’t an ideal experience.”

“I’d also like it if you took this more seriously… You don’t know how concerned I got for the past week.”

“I know, I know, not that glorious for a future leader, huh?” He coughed again, case on point. “I promise I’ll be a better student, or at least try. I don’t like to see you with such a long face, Teach.”

Almost as much as being confined to bed because of some silly cold.

 He sighed.

“…how many days am I supposed to stay here, Teach?”

“I’m not sure, I’d say a couple days… Just the time to see how you’ll be holding up, I also guess.”

“You don’t have actual information?”

She gritted her teeth on the inside, her fingers clutching the book harder.

“I really don’t, Claude. I don’t decide how long people spend in an infirmary.”

She sighed back, as if to respond to his earlier one.

“Moreover, I don’t think we should have this conversation right now. You look exhausted, you should be sleeping. I promise nothing’s going to happen to you here.”

“Yeah, I’m sure of that…”

He felt faint.

“On second thought,” he picked himself back up, “I’m not entirely against this idea… Does it need to be here.”

“I’m afraid that yes.”

 Resigned by the circumstances, he shrivelled back into the bed, trying to make the most of what was offered to him (at least, it could only be better than dying on a battlefield without having the occasion to see the end of his project coming to fruition, right?). There was a feeling that he couldn’t win that fight, at least not when he felt this weak (a disgusting thought), so he cancelled on his plans.

Not when he could see the face of his mother on that of his teacher’s just because she happened to glance at him when he was doing less than superb, not when he was aware of how sensitive he’d get at the first opportunity given. That was unsightly to say the least.

 Yet, his entire character shifted when he saw Byleth get up. Before he knew it, before he could keep himself from doing such an embarrassing thing, his hand grabbed her wrist and he looked at her with all the intensity he could muster in his eyes. Must have been quite the sight…

“What’s wrong?” She asked in this shy, soft voice of hers that never failed to sooth him.

“Could you… stay?” It hurt to get out of his already sore throat. I think I need to… discuss some things with you…” Wow, even lying was failing on him now! What the hell was he doing!

“I suppose I can always grade papers in this room… It’ll be calmer than the library, in a way.”

The smile she gave him made it sound less like an excuse and more like her intentions.

“I simply would have never expected you to ask that from me, Claude.”

 Now was a chance to redeem his credibility.

“I’m always unpredictable,” he proudly tried to state before coughing.

“I also believe you should be resting, instead of, huh… Talking to me.”

Still, she sat back down, and he had a feeling of safety that had been missing from the air around them until now.

“If it takes me being here for you not to pull this again, then I have no choice, don’t I?”

“…most likely…”

Everything turned to black again, and the voices Byleth told him at last didn’t make it to his ears, but they sounded nice nonetheless.

 He was out like a candle blown by the wind.

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@valorwilled [ ( multi - muse established relationships meme ) ]   

😍 ROMANCE BLOOMS. *bold is my character, italics is yours.

annette/dimitri: i haven’t made a FULL canon divergence write-up, but based on all the things we’ve complained about, my dimitri is a little different than canon. but the way i’ve changed dimitri makes this relationship VERY SHIPPABLE. in essence the ship has three moving parts to it/phases. 

in the first phase (pre-timeskip), when dimitri and anette form their canon c/b support, dimitri is a very nervous young man. he hides it with his chivalrous, hardworking, princely persona, but underneath that, he is not one to make friends very easily or approach others. but he feels a familiarity with anette--the same she does with him, for having heard so many stories about her from her father. while he does express almost manic embarrassment about the stories gilbert told her about him, he actively wants to talk to her, he makes an effort to talk about his childhood with her, and he’s kind with her, even though he is rather nervous, and does have the funny habit of talking to himself.

in the second phase, (beginning of post-timeskip), dimitri is a changed man. he’s violent and rude. but annette has dealt with other violent and rude people in the past---and MY dimitri is still available to talk to, and will listen to others despite the rudeness he would treat them with, though he tends to seem to be conversing more with himself and the dead. i don’t think anette would put up with the rudeness. she’d be scared of him---but i think she would also treat him much as she treated felix, at least for one B Support-esque conversation, that would make dimitri honestly think about the mean way he treated her.

in the last phase, the “starting point” of my canon divergent timeline, rodrigue does not die, but dimitri is gravely wounded before fleche disappears mysteriously (due to those who slither’s influence). this last phase, dimitri is visited by his friends as he recovers and is unable to fight or seek the vengeance he requires. he will never stop having hallucinations or delusions (and he will in fact still be violent & coarse to begin with)---but he becomes mentally stable again over time & with the grace of his friends. anette, i imagine, is one of his biggest allies!!!

and i imagine, though this is very overly romantic, that they share a very Beauty & The Beast relationship lmfao. but WHERE IT GOES FROM HERE IS WHERE I WANT TO PLOT AND STUFFFFFF.

claude/dimitri: for this route, i would be interested in claude and dimitri being a rivalmance, to use dragon age terminology. while all three lords do not agree with each other---i think dimitri and claude are most ideologically different, as dimitri is something of a centrist in fodlan politics terms. i want to rp them having debates with each other in pre-timeskip, and then their relationship post-timeskip being about war shenanigans side-by-side, as they work to defeat the empire AND maintain a friendship despite claude wanting to change the world, and dimitri only wanting to fix duscur AFTER he gets his revenge. 

this isn’t as developed in my mind, but i picture a lot of political intrigue and terseness that gives way to ‘i only get so mad at you because i know you’re capable of better.’ ‘well, i only get so mad at you because you treat me like an idiot.’ etc. its rivalry-to-friends-to-lovers, but the emphasis is always on the rivalry and the friendship imo.

claude/edelgard: okay this is like my het otp for fire emblem right now lmfaooo except NOT HET AT ALL BC THEY’RE BOTH GNC BICONSSSSS I LOVE THEM... i want them to work together to make fodlan a better place! honestly, i would prefer this to fall the canon black eagles route where edelgard spares claude, but the ones who slither have not yet been bested. can you picture edelgard calling for help from the master tactician in secret---because i can, and I LOVE IT. this ship is built on RESPECT but also FLIRTATIONS. and yet i picture them as so repressed with each other, which i love. very victorian romance, no touching until they’ve actually started dating (and they never manage to quite say it out loud besides in jokes), and even then its just the touch of a hand to her back, a hand grazed against his cheek...

dorothea/edelgard: okay this ship is so good and underrated. so what i want here is basically just. dorothea never expected the empress would be her best friend. it feels too good to be true. she bends over backwards to impress her---but edelgard just wants dorothea exactly as she is.

paimonia/edelgard: POST-TIMESKIP, edelgard finds her love continues to ache in her chest. she sees her teacher again and falls in love all over again, and is suprised and mystified and in wonder & awe that they have not missed a beat. still, i think the most interesting thing of plotting this will be that edelgard HAS changed, it’s been five years in between them. while edelgard is still the fierce idealist revolutionary we all know and love, part of her is fearful, part of her is more insecure than ever, and she panics sometimes---with only paimonia to catch her.

paimonia/claude: u KNOW i’m here for some claudeleth. the only lord/byleth ship where the lord calls them ‘my friend.’ like THE EQUALITY OF IT ALL. but also i can see claude/paimonia on other routes, claude sending paimonia letters from secret messengers and spies. always wanting to be by their side....

paimonia/dedue: this ship’s ESPECIALLY cute with my dedue and your paimonia in particular because they both HATE crowds and love solitude. they are both quiet and kind, and the greenhouse is their special garden to just be themselves, quietly alongside each other....

😀 FRIENDS FOREVER.*bold is my character, italics is yours.

claude/dedue: claude mentions dedue in his speech against racism, and yet they never even TALK?! imagine dedue being the only one that knows claude’s secret because claude trusted him to tell him. dedue wants rights for every oppressed country, same as claude.

ignatz/sylvain: okay the LADIES’ MAN and the OPPOSITE OF THE LADIE’S MAN. i’m picturing a HITCH situation (a la will smith and kevin james), BOYS GETTING UP TO HIJINKS, IGNATZ NOT WANTING TO GO ALONG WITH THIS AT ALL, SYLVAIN DETERMINED TO MAKE IGNATZ A MAN WORTH WOOING, but also sylvain is really really bad at girls actually and ignatz is... disgusted. but they are friends, even if ignatz thinks sylvain is gross af.

esther/sylvain: i just want to interact with ur ocssss pal... LET ME AT EM...

dedue/esther: you mentioned EXPLICITLY that esther is pro-duscur rights and dedue would LOVE THAT, though he might talk to her about toning it down for the sake of her reputation... still, i see esther making dedue more confident.

dorothea/dedue: two muses without parents or ‘real friends’ find each other and find happiness side by side! both of them getting on each other’s nerves like siblings, but having each other’s backs... idk i just vibe with this lol.

😇 FAMILY VALUES. *bold is my character, italics is yours.

dimitri/paimonia: we talked about byleth being like dimitri’s THERAPIST MOM INSTEAD OF LOVE INTEREST BUT LISTEN... what if we made that... INTENTIONAL. paimonia being the parental figure dedue hasn’t had in years. this could be cute and good for character development---especially if paimonia doesn’t WANT to be dimitri’s parental figure and they have a long talk about boundaries, only for paimonia to feel forced into the role anyway, and it’s angsty and character development-y and good.

edelgard/fleche: post fleche’s brother dying, edelgard steps in. ‘nuff said!

👿 RIVALS TO THE END. *bold is my character, italics is yours.

dimitri/fleche: there’s a CERTAIN period of time in which dimitri and fleche are in the same place, and they both do absolutely nothing. i want them to talk. i want fleche to manipulate and dimitri to prove what an asshole he is. THIS MIGHT JUST BE A SINGLE THREAD BUT I NEED IT!

edelgard/dimitri: i find their dynamic really, really interesting, because edelgard could be so MEAN to dimitri, but she’s really, really not. i want to see their relationship unfold pre-timeskip, them trying to get closer for their own reasons (edelgard because it’s better to have the kingdom on her side for diplomacy, him because he wants to be close to the only family he has left). it’s mostly awkward, but it could be kind of sweet---up until things are REVEALED, AND IT HURTS EVEN WORSE.

dorothea/sylvain: i want a FULL HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL SHARPAY VS GABRIELA CONFLICT HERE. DOROTHEA BESTING SYLVAIN AT HIS OWN GAME---SEDUCING GIRLS AWAY FROM HIM WITH PLATONIC TEA PARTIES AND NOT-SO PLATONIC “SLEEPOVERS”.... SYLVAIN AGHAST. YOU CAN REJECT HIM ALL YOU WANT BUT WHY WOULD U STEAL HIS GIRLS.... meanwhile dorothea is regarded as hero, while sylvain plots against her to turn the tides in his favor...

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Chapter Two

Kim Seokjin- Self Loathing

Kim Seokjin is probably the only person Namjoon hasn’t had to stalk. Instead, Seokjin stalked him. They’ve been friends since they were 11. Maybe they have feelings, maybe they dont.

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“Namjoon-ah stop running!” Jackson shouted. Namjoon’s father, Choi Minho, remarried an ‘evil’ man. If Namjoon were to even look at him wrong, he would be hit. But it was never ever around Minho or with his consent. Namjoon was constantly criticizing himself due to this. For the longest time Jackson was the voice inside his head. The worst time

was when Namjoon was 10. Jackson took Namjoon out for ice cream and to Hangang park. The man did horrible things to the young boy including-and I hate to say this- rape.

Namjoon was so horrified at the time, not knowing anything that was happening. And he refused to go home with Jackson. So he sat in the grass near Han River and wept. “Hello? I’m sorry but I saw what happened between you and that man.” Namjoon looked up to see a soft looking boy.

“I’m Kim Seokjin, is everything okay?”

Namjoon couldn’t talk, body shaking with embarrassment. Everyone had heard his cries of pain and no one thought to help. This changed from embarrassment to a flashback. His eyes began to water and Seokjin could only hug him.

And then Namjoon told him everything. About his mother dying, his father remarrying. About everything that Jackson would do to him. Everything. “I can take you home, if you’d like.”

Namjoon shook his head. “Right, silly me. Why would you want to go back with that monster?”

Namjoon laughed and wiped his nose. “Well Namjoon, my moms would be happy to have you over tonight as long as you give them your dad’s phone number.”

After that was said, Seokjin took him home to his two mothers. Lee Chaerin and Sandara Park.

“Oh no, you poor thing! Come here.” Chaerin opened her arms for the young boy to hug her. “Do you know your dad’s phone number? And possibly his name as well? Would you like us to report it to the police, because that is very possible. Chaerin’s brother works there.” Sandara was speaking softly, but a hint of anger was there.

Namjoon told them not to report it and gave them Minho’s number.

“Ah, Choi Minho. My brother works with him, says he’s having a tough time with his new marriage.” Sandara responds. “Would you like us to make you a bed on the floor or would you prefer sleeping with Seokjin?”  

“Sleep with hyung please.”

Seokjin’s face grew red, and Chaerin knew why. In Seokjin’s mind, ‘I’m gay, I’ve liked this guy for a year. I just watched him be fucked. Is he sure he wants me to….ugghhh’

Ever since that day Seokjin had been in love with Namjoon, but they're best friends.

Jin has been battling his own stuff too. He doesn’t  like himself. And it isn’t like most people fishing for compliments. He doesn’t own a mirror except for the one in his bathroom, but there is a sheet over it. Sometimes he wishes people didn’t have to see or hear him. He’s afraid that they can see everything about himself that he does.

-Timeskip-

It was after gym class 1 and Seokjin was breaking down. He had already showered and was now waiting on Namjoon to finish. And he could only cry, incapable of anything else at the moment. He couldn’t understand why he had to talk to Jisoo. Sure she was nice, but Seokjin fucked up so bad when speaking. And he was definitely ready to crawl in a hole and die.

“Jin? Are you okay?” Namjoon had finished showering and was now kneeled down next to Seokjin.

“I’m fine.” the older whispered and buried his face further into his forearm. “Bullshit, what’s going on?”

Namjoon pulled Seokjin into his chest and just let him cry. “Jinnie hyung, it’s gonna be okay. I promise.”

“Namjoon I can’t deal with it anymore. Everything’s falling apart.” The older was now sobbing into Namjoon’s chest.

“I could...come over tonight? I can see if I can stay the night and try helping you. If you’re still like this, I can do your homework so you don’t fail.”

   “No, no! It’s okay, don’t do my homework.” Seokjin protested.

“Hyung, I have mine finished. I don’t even wanna go home. Jackson got worse recently. But let’s clean you up. You look a mess.”  Namjoon took Seokjin into the showers after taking off the older’s shirt. He stuck Seokjin’s head under the cool water. The coldness would turn Seokjin’s face red and it wouldn’t be as noticeable that he was crying. Namjoon really thinks of everything. And the only time his anxiety isn’t messing with him, is whenever he tries helping other people mostly Seokjin.

Once the boys went to class, they sat in the back. The class was going great up until the teacher called on Namjoon. His heart felt like a ticking time bomb, like his entire body would explode. He could feel his pulse in his ears and fingers. Seokjin raised his hand to divert the attention from the taller male.

 “What is it Seokjin?”

“May I be excused, Ms. Jung? I have to use the restroom.”

  “Go Seokjin. No longer than 10 minute or I’m sending someone to find you.”

Seokjin looked at Namjoon who mouthed a ‘thank you’. Seokjin walked out and he could hear the teacher call on Mark Lee.

When Seokjin got to the bathroom he pulled out his phone, having nine minutes left he decided to just think. He put in his headphones and idontwannabeyouanymore came on. Kind of ironic though, because he didn’t wanna be him anymore. He would much rather be anyone else, he’d be the least attractive, most criminal human if he could. But he isn’t, instead, he is himself.

  I’m such a horrible person. I can’t speak correctly, I don’t look normal. I can’t seem to do anything right. I am honestly done with being me. I’ve changed the way I look or act so many times and I cannot stop feeling the way I do. It really just sucks in general because I am too scared to go to my moms about it. If I talked to Uncle Jiyong, he’d tell Mom. I can’t tell Namjoon because he will worry a lot about me. Maybe I’m just a milksop. I swear, if I told anyone they’d hate me as much as I do. If I showed anyone the real me, they’d all have different reactions wouldn’t they? This isn’t me, not really. I’m so fake. Around my parents and Namjoon, I am able to make jokes, cook food, laugh, look a mess. They don’t care. It’s when I get into public that I really feel this way. Every move I make is being watched. I feel the need to look close to perfect, act close to perfect. I really like looking and acting feminine, but I can’t do it outside of my bubble. Everyone would hate me, maybe even more than I hate myself.

The door opened and a guy went into a stall. I turned the volume all the way up, Don’t Listen in Secret now playing. I love the way ballad songs feel whenever I feel this way. It’s kind of like when you’re sad on a train and see the rain. Or it kind of feels like the rain, you know?

“Jinnie hyung? Ms. Jung sent me , Math is almost over and you’ve been gone for 20 minutes. Is everything okay?”

Seokjin didn’t look up and Namjoon just sat next to him.

  “You can stay here, hyung. I’ll go tell Ms. Jung, give me a minute. Can I have the pass? I’ll see if we can go home, I can text your mom.”

Seokjin stood up nodding, going to wash his face.

  “Jinnie hyung? Is everything okay? Do you want to be left alone?” Namjoon was now throwing away his perfect attendance streak for Seokjin. And if Seokjin has the balls to-

“No it’s fine, don’t wanna be a burden. You can go back to-,”

   “Kim Seokjin if you dare say that again, I will see that you die at my hand.” Namjoon laughed. Seokjin on the other hand, curled in a ball on his bed. “Don’t leave please. Stay so I know at least one person cares.”

And that’s what Namjoon did. He turned Princess Mononoke on and grabbed the banana milk and snacks, and layed next to Seokjin. They were wrapped in blankets and cuddling.

     Namjoon kept getting notifications from Jimin who was asking where he was. He silenced his phone. The only reason he was still with Jimin was to make the younger happy. Once he moves on, Namjoon will be able to be with who he really wants to be with.

Namjoon felt a weight on his lap and realized Seokjin had fallen asleep.

Namjoon was planning what to do once he was done.

He would write a note, to everyone he helps starting with Jimin.

                             Park Jimin

Go to the field behind Kim’s bookstore. There will be a path

Once the path ends you will be presented with an empty pool.

Meet us there at 9:50 pm. Right after the street lights are on.

        -Moonchild

Seokjin woke up and saw Namjoon writing, his tongue sticking out a bit. It was cute, until Seokjin’s mind wanted to twist it. Maybe Namjoon had finally seen what Seokjin’s been seeing all along. Maybe he was writing down everything he hated about the older. Maybe he was writing a note on why he had to leave. Maybe-

Namjoon looked up and smiled, his cute dimple was very prominent. Seokjin’s mind filled with different things that he loved about the younger. Namjoon was the key, the key to self love. Seokjin loved how he was around Namjoon. He loved how Namjoon looked at him. It made Seokjin want to love himself just as much as Namjoon loved him.

Maybe he was simply just writing something. Maybe he could be listing reasons he loves Seokjin. Maybe he was writing a love poem to him. Maybe it was for Jimin!

“Jinnie hyung, you’re awake. C’mere, I was writing something and wanted your opinion.”

 Jin stood up and stood next to Namjoon, who pulled him into his lap. Seokjin’s eyes widened as Namjoon leaned his head on Seokjin’s shoulder. His hands were around his waist.

“Jimin and I decided to break up. He’s in love with Taehyung, and I never actually liked him. It was someone else…” Namjoon spoke softly. Jin looked at the piece of paper on the table.

 Kim Seokjin

I love you, quite literally everything about you.

First of all, you’re cute as hell.

You make ridiculous jokes,

Youre smart,kind, well spoken.

I wish you’d see everything I do,

How amazing you are.

I know I cannot force it,

But i can try helping.

Kim Seokjin, please be my boyfriend.

I love you.

Kim Namjoon

“Yes, I’ll be your boyfriend you dumb egg. I love you.” Seokjin kissed him.

I need to help my boyfriend.