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r0-boat · 3 months ago

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All right Byleth enjoyers it's time

Byleth saves you from bandits

Male!Byleth x cleric teacher assistant!fem Reader

Cw: angst, kidnapping, Ashen Demon supremacy

He told you to stay put. He told you to stay safe... But while everyone's fighting, you can't sit still knowing your lover is on the battlefield. Your anxiety took over your entire thoughts as you played scenarios of The worst things that could happen to him out there. And what about the students? They could hold their own in battle, yes, but seeing them hurt or, worse, possibly killed made you shake with pure anxiety.

Despite you knowing healing magic and wanting to help he pretty much forbid you from going out as a bunch of talented mercenaries attempt a calculated raid on the Monastery.

You put on a cloak and rushed to help. Healing the injured soldiers and some of the students

You are healing up a member of your own class before getting grabbed by a burly man as they made their tactical retreat.

***

"What are we going to do with this wrench boss?" The low ranking grunt growled. "Instead of getting one of the children instead we got this hag."

You showed no fear glaring up at the men. Your arms bound your mouth gagged stuck in a crusty old cell and a warm down castle taken over by bandits.

"we could just sell her. With her body we can make a pretty penny" another laughed.

"Not as much That's one of the brats that we could have held for ransom if our plan didn't fail!" Another growled in anger slamming a cup of alcohol down on the ground.

However their leader who kept staring at you with a look that made shivers run down your spine piped up.

"I say we keep her. We don't get women like this often...and lance said He grabbed her when she was healing someone... I say we keep her we could use her skills and that body of hers." He gave you a sinister smile.

He opened the cage door his hand to reaching out to touch you. Your eyes squeeze shot bracing for anything, no longer holding back the tears.

A man rushes down the stairs of the stronghold with a panic look on his face.

"Boss we are under attack!"

The man growled slamming your cage door closed. The men brush ups,tairs leaving your cell door open.

As people were busy on the battlefield you thought this was your chance to make your escape as you tried to use a sharp rock to cut your ropes. Despite the tight rope digging into your skin, you finally cut yourself free before taking the gag off your mouth.

Perhaps it was the academy coming to retrieve you! Your heart raced at that idea That's all you can think about is being in the arms of Byleth. In your cell room You rummage through the pillaged goods for anything useful or at least your stuff back. Gold coins, Rotten food, nothing!

"Fuck! They took my stuff!" You growled and frustration. You didn't have any weapon on you, So going out was extremely risky! But you couldn't sit here and do nothing. You slowly climb up the steps, gently pushing the door to the prison room open. You can hear whales and screams, You try to ignore it as you carefully walk through the brick walls of the stronghold.

***

The battlefield was bloody and ruthless as the students looked in shock as their teacher did not hold back on these bandits. They only tagged along with my life to save their other teacher but now that they're looking he did not need any help. Even their class representative of their house who usually takes charge when Byleth let's not here to command had to take a step back when They saw the wild look in his eye paired with the usual deadpan face.

The usual common collected professor had one thing on his mind and no one was going to get in that way.

He rushed into t,he entrance of the stronghold with his sword ready immediately slashing the ax out of the boss's hand. All of his companions long dead He was the only one left. His chess heaved As he lay on the ground before the demon in front of him, the slow steps echoing in his head as his life began to flash before his eyes. Looking down at him Byleth tilted his sword The tip dragging across the ground. As he stepped closer until he was right above him.

"where is she?" Not a question a demand a demand to tell him where she was now before this sword was going straight into him.

"Byleth!" You yelled his eyes widen and he looks over at you He says your name as he runs over to you. You practically jumped into his arms, tears rolling down your face. He melts into your arms, wrapping his around yours and nuzzling his face into your hair.

The track back to the monastery was silent.

The silence was deafening even the students wouldn't dare to speak the air was thick You could cut it with a knife. Trying to ease the tension you clear your throat and speak up "So um how did you find out I was gone?"

Byleth looks back at you and gives you a small smile calmly saying "we will talk when we get back."

The students exchange looks with you as if praying for your safety one of them trots up to you and whispers into your ear. "When he found out you were missing, He rushed into the monastery, checking all rooms, and when one of us spoke up and said you were kidnapped, He had a murderous look in his eye."

Back at the monastery you met up with him in the empty classroom. He slammed his whipped sword on his desk before sighing he steps over to you looking at you with those mint green eyes clutching his teeth. He pulls you into another hug burying his nose into your neck.

"I told you to stay put..." He mutters.

"I wanted to help!" You reply trying to hold back more tears. "I didn't want any of you to die out there."

He holds your shoulder is he raises his voice "I don't want you to die!" You've never seen so much emotion in him before. His monotone voice shook with a hint of fear as he holds you again. "I'm sorry; just please, please don't do that again."

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bshrdxxl · 6 months ago

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Don't know if I should laugh or cry...

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fiction-box · 1 year ago

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Would you write for Sylvain x Cursed!Fem!Reader? I don’t really mind what the curse is or how you’d solve it, so you can get creative with this one! :D

Hey, lovely! This was actually really interesting and super fun. It was nice to work with establishing subtlety and growing that into a nice crescendo for the story's climax. I really got to work out my brain on how certain characters would handle certain scenarios, and of course there was the matter of coming up with how the curse would be applied.

I hope this is what you were looking for!

Requests are open. The story will be continued under the cut.

“Good morning. We have a lot to cover today, so I’ll need everyone to sit down as soon as you walk in,” Professor Byleth commented over her shoulder, drawing up the battle strategy your class had been discussing for the past week.

You entered the Blue Lions’ classroom, a small black notebook in your hand as you moved to get to your seat.

“Oh,” your professor noted, “Seteth told me this was sent to you.”

She was gesturing toward a slim box on the edge of her desk. Maybe it would fit a pen? But then why would anyone go through the trouble?

“Would you mind if I opened it now?”

“The way I see it, it’s yours. You can do whatever you’d like.”

Curious, you took the box back to your seat. It seemed you were not the only one intrigued; Mercedes and Ashe turned to watch from their chairs in front of you.

“What do you think it is?” she asked, “I’ve never received a package before.”

Ashe gave a sad smile, “Neither have I. It makes me wonder.”

More eyes came to fall on you as the tape was removed from the edges and the lid was lifted lightly.

Upon seeing what it was, you gave a small gasp. Resting inside on a soft cushion was a deep blue pendant looped through a small silver chain. The necklace was understated, and undoubtedly to your taste. You would have picked such a piece out for yourself had you seen one in the market.

“Ooh!” Annette cooed behind you, bracing her hands on her table as she stood at her seat behind you, “It’s so pretty!”

“Someone…knows me very well,” you chose your words carefully.

Sylvain leaned in next to you, scanning over the necklace with a look on his face you couldn’t quite read, “Do you know who sent it?”

Good question. You would have to meet with this person and have a little chat. No one gifted something like this purely out of kindness. Not to you, anyway. But when you lifted the cushion, there was only a slip of parchment about as long as your index finger underneath.

You set the cushion aside, reaching in to turn over the paper.

Eternity

That wasn’t helpful at all. If anything, knowing that paper came with the box only made you more confused.

The phrase was iterated to your friends as you placed the necklace back in its place.

“Maybe it’s some new jewelry line looking to get its name out there,” Annette beamed, “Ooh, you’re so lucky!”

If that was the case, why pick an understated piece? On top of that, why you? Sure, you were the daughter of a Kingdom noble, but someone had to have gone out of their way for this. To learn that you were at Garreg Mach, and then to ensure you would actually receive the package?

Even Ingrid was interested, it seemed, “You should try it on. It would be a shame for it to sit away waiting for some special occasion. Besides, the jeweler would probably want you to show it off.”

You weren’t the showy type, but you could admit you were just as interested in it as she was.

“I suppose…” the attention from your classmates was beginning to make you shy.

They weren’t interested in you, though! It was the necklace they wanted to see, you reminded yourself.

Easily, the silver chain was lifted from the cushion and wrapped around your neck. Clasping it in the back, you found that it fell just below your collarbone.

Mercedes gave a soft giggle, “It looks wonderful on you! Ingrid is right, it would be a shame for it to collect dust somewhere in your room.”

She’s right.

“Okay, then. I…guess I’ll wear it often.”

Professor Byleth gave a small scowl from the front of the room, “Sylvain, I hope you studied your notes from my last lecture as closely as you’re studying that necklace.”

“What? Of course I did! I studied during the lecture.”

You noticed he didn’t even have a notebook.

“Very well, then. Why don’t we start by having you tell us more about the…”

~~~~~~

Thankfully, you had eaten a good breakfast this morning. The professor didn’t release anyone until long after lunch had passed. It didn’t help that you had spent every second writing down as much as possible to be looked over later.

You elected to bring your lunch with you to your dorm, mind focused solely on reviewing what the Professor had spouted during the lecture for the group examination tomorrow. It seemed she was more adamant about the topic of battalion management than the other subjects the monastery advocated.

An hour or two passed, and you had successfully copied the important bits of the lecture onto your spare pages. This way, your studies for the rest of the night were more efficient.

By the time the sky turned to a dark midnight, you were still sitting at your desk in your room.

That’s enough for today.

Wanting to prepare for bed, you reached back to remove the clasp of the necklace you received. As though something was triggered by the action, it was set aglow with light.

Not right now.

“…”

Nevermind that it glows! You don’t want to take the necklace off. A new desire has overcome you.

You were in the mood for a stroll. Specifically, one to the woods outside of Garreg Mach.

The hallway was too dark for you to see properly, but you didn’t care. You shut the door behind you as you left, maneuvering about the monastery confidently until you came near the gates.

You stifled the glow of your necklace with one of your hands, sneaking around the guards as you let your feet lead the way. Somehow, these were the surest steps you had ever taken. Your destination was somewhere you had never been, yet one you were always meant to visit.

That very sense of determinism kept you mindlessly moving. Trees, leaves, grass, and several shadows drooping over everything stood as the only landmarks on your path. You treaded forth until you came to a gradual halt.

Calmly, you turned to your left. A woman in robes you could not clearly make out in the darkness made her presence known.

She approached you with a laidback ease; you were no threat to her.

And why would you be? You are safe with her. She only has your best interests in mind.

“Good to see you have accepted my gift, my muse,” the woman drew nearer, her hand brushing over your collarbone to touch the pendant, “You wear it well.”

You knew nothing of your current situation, but there was a settled feeling within you. There would be no need for questions. All the knowledge you needed would be provided, and what you weren’t told, you didn’t need to worry about.

A lovely way of saving your mind the trouble, is it not? Truly, she cares for you.

“Now, you must have seen enough of her at Garreg Mach to give me a proper report,” she gleaned, removing her hand from your neck.

Tell her all about your professor.

“Wh…why?” you managed. Your head was beginning to feel foggy, and you could no longer remember how you got here.

Hush. Do not ask questions. Only listen.

This voice in your mind was beginning to make your head spin.

“Perhaps you are too tired from your day to continue. You should not be able to resist.”

There were so many questions you wished to ask, but the blanket of exhaustion weighed heavier upon your mind than the cloud of curiosity.

“A major fault of my own design, no doubt. There is no reason to fret, though. I promise you and I will work through the problems together until we get this right.”

A rustle in the bushes caught your attention, though you didn’t get to point it out before the woman’s hand found your collar once more.

“Now, erase this encounter from your memory. Forget.”

~~~~~~

Byleth found herself working tediously at her desk an hour before classes were slated to start.

She saw you late last night, soundlessly following the gleam of your jewel until you covered it. By then, tracking you through the woods was child’s play. You did not seem yourself, so she played it safe and waited to learn where you were headed before revealing herself.

Only, she never did confront you in those woods. No, the problem ran much deeper than a student sneaking out after hours. It only took her noticing your strange gait and how the mage that appeared treated you to determine as much.

The professor needed information, though she would not have hesitated to attack if she believed you were in true danger.

It seemed the woman still needed you; however, Byleth could only hope to guess how long your usefulness would last. No matter. The witch had given her a day, and that was all she needed to form a decent plan.

The former mercenary silently debated whether to confront you directly about it or not. While it was true she left the scene early, Byleth still managed to learn that you weren’t in on the act, so to speak. Your mind was likely being surveyed, which meant asking any suspicious questions could ruin any element of surprise she might have. You couldn’t know she had a plan.

In truth, she wondered if you knew you were in danger, at all. Fortunately, there were some things she could ask.

Byleth noticed you enter the classroom a few minutes early. You had a few questions on her lecture from yesterday, it seemed.

“I would say good morning, but you look like you hardly slept last night. Were you up late?” she greeted.

Your brows furrowed slightly as you brought a hand to your cheek, “Do I? That’s strange…I actually remember falling asleep much earlier than usual.”

That was surprising. Did you not remember your encounter?

Beginning to cover the areas of confusion you wanted to discuss, the professor noted your strange clothing choice. A shawl was draped over your shoulders and covered your collarbone. You had never worn such an item before, so you must have chosen it for a reason.

Her guess? It was likely to shield the pendant from the notice of others.

Eventually, all of the Blue Lions found their way into the room and classes began. What the class didn’t know was that things would go a little differently today.

“Now, I know some of you may be upset or confused about this new arrangement, but there has been a schedule change,” she opened, standing at her desk, “Rather than doing our group work this weekend, our class will be completing its tasks today. Don’t ask me why, I don’t make the rules.”

Oh, she very much did make the rules, but nobody in this class would be so aggravated about the alteration that they would march up to Seteth just to verify the new schedule. Nobody in their right mind would contest her if it meant they’d be taking that exam instead.

“Partners and jobs will change, and as such will be decided by myself.”

There were a few murmurs at this.

You spoke out, “How long will this new arrangement last, Professor?”

“Only for this week, don’t worry.” Byleth looked to the list she had created before class, “Now, you and Mercedes will be on stable duty today. Dedue and Ashe will handle the cooking, Ingrid will go on sky-watch with Ferdinand from the Black Eagle house, and Dimitri and Felix will be working on weeding the grass.”

“What?” Felix complained, “Out of the eight other people in this room, why would you choose to pair me with him?.”

“Because it would bring me no end of lectures from Seteth to have you embarrass this House by falling out of the sky or burning a fish. Annette, Sylvain, please come see me,” she looked to her students, “but everyone else is dismissed and may begin. Your day ends when your task concludes.”

Students filed out of the classroom one at a time, Annette and Sylvain making their way to the front. Once the last student shut the door behind them, Byleth pulled the small paper she had been forming a plan upon out from her drawer.

“You two are going to have some very important tasks, but I’ll need you to keep this information private unless I exclusively tell you to share it.”

Sylvain scoffed, “What? Are others going to be jealous of our chores, Professor?”

“Do you remember the necklace your classmate received yesterday, Sylvain?”

“How could I forget after the commotion it caused?” he muttered.

“Well, I have reason to believe that piece of jewelry inflicted a curse upon her. The only time I know for certain we have is today, and we can’t waste a single second.”

Annette let out a noise of shock, “But Professor, why didn’t you confront her about it? Surely, if you had just taken her necklace off…”

“I couldn’t take that risk. There’s no way to know if that necklace can come off.” She glanced over her writing, “Just because I’m aware something is going on…just because I can get her alone…even then, I know so little that I can’t even be sure we have any advantage except surprise. We’re only going to get one shot at this, and we can’t give away that we know anything. Especially not to _______.”

She set the paper aside, “Annette, I’ll need you to do some research on curses and get back to me. Anything in the ranges of cursed objects, methods of cursing, and mind control should be good places to start. The sooner we know what we’re dealing with, the sooner we’ll know where to look for a solution.”

“Got it!” she exclaimed, rushing out of the room to the library.

“I’ll be joining you in just a moment!” Byleth called after her.

Sylvain leaned forward, “What about me?”

“You have a more…practical role to play…”

~~~~~~

Hours went by, Annette finally reporting her progress. The only way to break the spell was either by getting the mage to remove it herself, or by killing her altogether.

Best to prepare for the latter, Byleth thought. That woman didn’t look the type to go down without a fight. Or to play fair, for that matter.

Well then, she’d need to take away as much leverage as possible. The former mercenary seemed to recall that your natural exhaustion dampened your necklace’s control, the other night.

“Alright, listen up Annette. Here’s what I need you to do…”

~~~~~~

“Hey, Mercie!” you heard Annette call.

Currently, Mercedes was helping you brush out and dry off the last few horses. Today’s stallions were rather well-behaved, though it took no small amount of energy to care for the horses on a good day.

Things were also slowed down by the leisurely pace you two had been going at thus far, taking a break for lunch at one point and having a bit of fun with each other between tasks.

“What is it, Annie?”

The smaller girl gave a glance toward you before focusing on her friend again, “I, um…the professor wanted me to speak with you.”

“I see,” Mercedes nodded, setting her brush down. She turned back to you, “Please, just give me a moment. I’ll get right back to working with you once this is settled.”

“Take your time!” you smiled.

As the girls walked away, the voice that had been so present in your thoughts today grew louder.

What are they saying? They are keeping secrets from you.

No, you rationalized. They always did that sort of thing. The two were incredibly close far before you came along. Besides, this was something the professor needed. If it had anything to do with her more personal affairs, it was none of your business anyway.

Could it be that your professor is wary of you? Did you reveal the pendant? One can never be too certain, in these times…

The more you tried to reassure yourself, the more wary you became. Though you knew you were surrounded by those that would never hurt you, a feeling of dread had rooted itself within your mind.

A similar feeling came whenever your mind had its more…forceful thoughts…yet never was it stronger than when you dreamt last night.

With each swipe of your comb along horse hair, images would flood your mind. You, covering your pendant with a shawl. You, falling asleep early last night.

You, heading back into the woods tonight.

…back?

“I’m so sorry!” a voice snapped you out of your thoughts. It was Mercedes. Apparently, her conversation had concluded, but she remained standing next to Annette, “It seems the professor needs me to help her reassign vulneraries. You’ll be okay finishing the rest of this by yourself, won’t you?”

A reasonable excuse?

Of course it was. As the Blue Lions’ best cleric, Mercedes was always called to meet with the professor over vulnerary assignments.

…very well.

“No problem! Come back when you’re done, okay?”

Annette and Mercedes exchanged glances you didn’t quite like. Something told you she wouldn’t be coming back.

“Sure!” Annette cut in, “I’ll even help you out after I finish in the greenhouse!”

“Really? Thanks so much, Annette!”

But she must have never gotten her task done. Once the horses were locked up in their stables and the sky was painted orange, you were just as alone as when they left you.

Liars.

You didn’t want to hate them for it.

Some true friends you have. For them to abandon you after making promises like that…

They would never hurt you on purpose. Their chores were important, so it simply must have taken them longer than usual.

After a quick stop at the dining hall, you returned to your room. It had been such a long day, you were almost excited to get some rest.

Ah, ah. Not yet. You are meant to be going to the woods, remember?

Of course. How could you forget? You had only been thinking of that trip for what, a whole day?

Be not seen. Make haste.

Leaving your shawl behind, you changed into clean clothes before heading off.

The lovely glow of your favorite necklace shone down the hall as you went. Unfortunately, you needed to stifle the shine with your hand a few times to sneak off the grounds past the guards.

Why was this so familiar?

Just a little farther…

Greenery, darkness, moonlight, left.

A dark-robed woman revealed herself, “Fascinating. Tell me, do you know who I am?”

Who is she to you? Be honest.

“You-”

An arrow suddenly lodged itself in the woman’s shoulder.

“Augh-!”

HelpHelpHelpHelpHelpHelpHelp

The amulet you wore shone brighter than ever as all your instincts commanded that you protect her.

Surveying your surroundings, you spotted someone you knew holding the bow. It was your professor, and by the way she shifted her arms in the dark, she was going to nock another arrow.

Without thinking, you advanced. At least, you tried to. Your lunge was interrupted by a strong arm catching your waist, but it was clumsy and rushed. The counterweight caused both your own momentum and that of your supposed assailant to switch, bringing you both to the ground as you collided.

HelpMeHelpMeHelpMeHelpMeHelpMeHelpMeHelpMe

This mantra kept interrupting your focus until your back was against their chest. The two of you were in an awkward, semi-upright position as you struggled against the arms restraining you.

“You sure about this, Professor?” strained a man’s voice. A lock of red hair came into your field of view.

“Do it. It’s for her own good.”

Who you now knew to be Sylvain removed one of his arms’ grasp on you, reaching for something you couldn’t see. His hand returned just as quickly, though he held a small vial of herbs and pollen between his fingers.

Suddenly, you were flipped so that you were on your back on the ground and he was above you. He clamped one of his hands over your mouth, forcing you to breathe through your nose.

“Sorry about this,” he frowned as he popped the vial open and held it underneath your nostrils.

HelpMeHelpMeHelpMeHelpMe

But you couldn’t. After five quick inhales from your aggressive, breathless state, the floral mixture muddled all your senses together.

“Protect her until…” Professor Byleth’s voice faded out, though you watched her finally rush out of the bush, sword in hand, to confront the stranger.

…cold…it was so cold.

“...onastery…”

The sweetened scent haunted you.

~~~~~~

When you woke up, Manuela was with you in the infirmary.

According to the physician, you had been asleep for three days.

“Poor dear, you looked so pale. But you’re well rested now, and I think I’ve managed to flush your system of that awful pollen.”

The pollen…

“I remember that!” you sat up in a panic. “It was Professor Byleth…and Sylvain…”

“Yes,” Manuela laughed. “They filled me in once they came back with you. I swear, that boy worried himself out of an appetite the day they brought you back. He must have held the narcotic powder to your nose for too long.”

Subconsciously, your hand migrated to the lower half of your face.

“He blames himself, of course, but in all honesty I think it was more than that. Curses take a toll on your body as they are. Combine that with natural exhaustion, and that’s a nasty little recipe that’ll keep anyone out for a long time. Not that my telling him that kept him from checking in on you every few hours.”

After a few final checks, the songstress assured you that you were just fine before sending you off to the dining hall to get something to eat.

Needless to say, you couldn’t get there without talking with everyone you bumped into on the way.

Mercedes and Annette were the first to call out your name.

“Oh my goodness! I’m really sorry about lying to you,” Annette wailed. “I was really scared, but I knew the professor had a plan to keep you safe. I felt bad every second of it, though I know that’s probably not worth anything.”

You wrapped them both in a hug, “Please, don’t worry about it! I completely understand.”

“If there’s anything we can do for you, just let us know,” Mercedes offered.

“Of course.”

You smiled and waved at each other, parting ways as you continued on your trip to the dining hall.

More members of your house stopped you as you went. Dimitri wanted to apologize, promising he would attempt to prevent such occurrences in the future. Professor Byleth approached from behind him as the prince explained he was upset with himself for not noticing anything out of the ordinary.

Quickly, you assured him that no one did; you weren’t even aware you were cursed. Your teacher chimed in at that, saying she only found out by sheer luck. She threw a rare smile your way though, glad to have you back and happy to fill you in.

The necklace was given to Professor Hanneman and the woman was brought in for questioning, according to your professor. The woman had chosen to value her life over her secrets, it seemed.

“Thank you for everything,” you worried. “I don’t…that could have gone downhill way too quickly.”

“Don’t even think about it. You are my student; it is my responsibility to keep you safe.”

Her eyes slid past yours, as though she saw something behind you.

“In any case, Dimitri and I were just headed to the training grounds to spar with Felix and Dedue. Feel free to join us later, if you’re feeling better. We wouldn’t want to keep them waiting, though.”

“Oh, good luck,” you waved as they turned and left.

You heard your name from behind you.

Sylvain looked somewhat breathless, slowing up a few paces away by the time you shifted to face him.

“Sylvain,” was about as far as you got before he cut you off.

“I am so sorry,” he started. “Goddess, when we got you back…you were bruised, you were knocked out…I messed up.”

You were taken off guard. Such blunt sincerity wasn’t something you expected from him of all people.

…Manuela really wasn’t kidding when she said he was beating himself up over this.

“Hey…you saved me- you might have saved the professor too, since I know she’s who that woman was after. I have no clue what was in store for me, though I probably would have just kept living life trapped in limbo.”

“...maybe, but…” he struggled to find an argument.

“I know. Look, I-I’d rather have a few bruises than a chain binding me. You and Professor Byleth, you’re the reason I’m free. That’s more important to me than anything.”

“Right. Okay, then,” he nodded, taking a breath.

“So there. I forgive you.” You began to laugh, “Now look at us; I’m the one who’s worried. I don’t even think there’s a way I can repay you for helping me.”

“Oh, there’s no need for that,” he waved it off. “Although…you could come for a meal in the dining hall with me.”

“You’re in luck. I just happen to be on my way there right now,” you grinned. “Best not to leave a debt unsettled, right?”

He laughed, “I told you, you don’t need to think that way.”

Though the two of you went back and forth verbally, you went to the dining hall together.

And this time, the only voice telling you, this is right, was the one in your heart.

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vilhelios · 8 months ago

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-; please understand that i am currently a university student on a pretty demanding course content-wise, so answering your asks/requests might take a while!

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-; TEARS OF THEMIS — vyn richter , artem wing

-; GENSHIN IMPACT — kaeya alberich , diluc ragnvindr , zhongli , tartaglia , alhaitham , wriothesley , neuvillette , ganyu

-; LOVE & DEEPSPACE — rafayel , xavier , zayne

-; FIRE EMBLEM 3H — claude von riegan , byleth eisner , dimitri alexandre blaiddyd , hubert von vestra , yuri leclerc , marianne von edmund

-; PERSONA 5 — akira kurusu / ren amamiya , ryuji sakamoto , ann takamaki

-; OBEY ME ! — lucifer , simeon

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#vilhelios.info #vilhelios.rules #don't mind me just setting something up

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tired-writer-in-progress · 10 months ago

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BYI

(Replycons by @minorinrinz)

SOURCES: Fanganronpas (project: edens garden, heartless deceit, despair time, the another series, shattered hope, brave dr, will be writing for lapse soon too, mauve, burdens of change.), canonronpa, project sekai, jojos bizarre adventure (right now I'm finishing part 3, so up until there), Persona (3-5), Romantic Killer, MILGRAM, Fire Emblem 3 Houses, Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes, Puella Magi Madoka Magica.

WHITELIST

-CHARACTERS: Ace Markey, Levi Fontana, Eden Tobisa, Charles Cuevas, Teruko Tawaki, Xander Matthews, Damon Maitsu, Eva Tsunaka, Tomoya Morita, otome Hanayama (I keep forgetting her last name), Bani, Pocket, Enigma, Hiroto Akagi, Hibiki Kotobuki, Honoka Onizaki, Daisuke Shiriaki, Kazuichi Souda, Caesar Zeppeli, Jonathan Joestar, Ichika Hoshino, Kanade Yoisaki, Tsukasa Tenma, Kotone Shiomi, Akira Kurusu/Ren Amamiya/Joker, Ryuuji Sakamoto, Anzu Hoshino, Junta Hayami, Byleth Eisner, Sylvain Jose Gautier, Shez, Fuuta Kajiyama.

-AUS: Coffee shop AU, Non-Despair AU, Fantasy AU and my own aus so far.

-SHIPS: Acevi, Xanruko, Xanvid, Xandvi/Xanvi, Areden, Charuko, Charwhit, Maitsunaka, Akimoya, Hirosuke, Kazuroto, Honobiki, Pocket x Enigma, Fuuta x Mahiru, Shez x Sylvain, Dimitri x Claude, selfshipping and character x reader. Also platonic ships too.

SELECTIVE

-CHARACTERS: Arturo Giles (my own writing of him), AI!Mikado, Mitsuhiro Higa, Hifumi Yamada, Mikoto Kayano, Es.

-AUS: None

-SHIPS: Kanade x Iroha, Kazuichi x Sonia (unless platonic, I can do that), Hifumi x anyone, Jonathan x Dio, Es x anyone, Miklan x anyone (unless platonic or familial) Flayn x anyone

BLACKLISTED

-CHARACTERS: Haiji Towa, the Warriors of Hope, Junko Enoshima, Yukana Kishi, Matthias Raoul Gautier, Rhea.

-AUS: None

-SHIPS: Haiji x anyone, the WOH x anyone, Junkan, Mukuro x Junko, Tsukasa x Saki and Shiho x Shizuku and Akito x Ena (although idk why I should put these here because anyone knows shipping siblings is gross, same with adults x minors), any main hd cast x side cast ship (unless Denshi and Ryuuji, as the creator said that the HD main cast and Denshi and Ryuuji are young adults), romantic Misa x anyone, Rhea x anyone.

#mod togo #writing requests #danganronpa fangan #danganronpa #project sekai #jojo's bizarre adventure #persona #persona series #romantic killer #fire emblem three houses spoilers #fire emblem warriors three hopes #milgram #puella magi madoka magica

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kamoshidakun · 2 months ago

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Title: thoughts of you rule my world Fandom: Fire Emblem Three Houses Ship: Byleth (Reader) Eisner x Lorenz Hellman Gloucester Rating: Explicit | R-18 Warnings: Teacher/student1

Byleth, also known as Reader-san, lovingly sucks Lorenz' dick.

READ ON AO3

#fire emblem three houses #fe3h #fire emblem #lorenz hellman gloucester #loreleth #bylenz #(( tomo writes ))

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firemblem-fics · 4 years ago

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homesick. | m!byleth

-> Male!Byleth x GN!Reader

-> Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Post Timeskip

-> Warnings: Depression/Homesickness, Cursing

-> A/N: hi i shat this out of my ass in an hour please enjoy because guilt is eating me alive also warning there’s fake lore i came up with in here just to make the fic work idk sorry

The stars were always your favorites. You valued your free time in the evening, gazing up at the twinkling lights. You’d point out constellations to yourself, smiling when the stars seemed to glow brighter in a greeting as you acknowledged them. To you, the stars felt like home.

A cold breeze rustled the trees outside of your window and you shivered, feeling the gust pass through your thin night-shirt. Your fingers were hurting slightly as you gripped onto the ledge of the window, keeping yourself steady while you sat with your legs hanging out.

The stars, the night chill, nearly everything reminded you of home. Oh, how you longed to go home.

But you couldn’t. A war was raging on around you, you couldn’t just abandon your allies- the friends you had made during your academy days. They had homes that they longed to return to, too. There would be no home if you didn’t win.

“We’ve got a long day tomorrow. You need to rest.”

You jumped, nearly falling off of the window sill before a pair of hands grabbed onto your shoulders to steady you. You turned around and sighed, seeing your old professor. The air returned to freezing your shoulders as he moved his hands, making you slightly miss his touch.

“Can’t.” You looked back at the sky.

“Can you at least get in the room? You’re scaring me like that.”

You shook your head and beckoned for him to come closer. When he did, you pointed up at a cluster of stars. “See that?”

He nodded.

“Most constellations are named after Crests. That one right there is the Constellation of Flames. Like you.” You turned to look at Byleth, but his eyes were still trained to the sky. “I don’t have a crest, but if I did, I’d be so proud to have the stars recognize my power. A legacy that I carried, etched into the sky. How... perfect.”

Byleth finally slid his eyes over to you. “A legacy?”

“Yeah. Something I’d be remembered for. At home, I was just the baker’s daughter. Nothing more.” You laughed dryly and brought your knees up to your chest, laying your head on top of them. “I came to Garreg Mach to make something of myself. To be a knight and protect the people. I think I overestimated myself.”

Byleth shook his head and let out a small laugh. He’d become a bit more expressive in his 5 year absence. You weren’t complaining. “I think we all did. If someone would have told me ten years ago what my life would become, I’d think they were crazy.”

You didn’t respond, instead choosing to look at the Constellation of Flames. You imagined a crest of your own, shining up in the sky next to it. Your heart felt heavy as you thought about it more. A crest would’ve show everyone back home what you were capable of.

All of those children, laughing at you in your youth as yet another bully had pushed you in a puddle mud and ruined your new clothes. Clothes your mother had spend months making for your birthday. You didn’t want to think of the disappointment that stained her face when you came home, your tears mixing with dried mud.

“Would you go back? To your mercenary days, I mean. Choose not to follow Dimitri and the rest to Garreg Mach and avoid being involved in all of this.” You finally spoke up.

“No.” Byleth replied without hesitation. “I’m the Goddess reincarnate. This is inevitable. I’m glad I chose this route. I’m glad I’ve made such amazing allies. People who will and already have done big things. Like you.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “I haven’t done anything.”

“Y/N, you’ve survived a war. You’ve fought for the lives of every single person in Fodlan. That’s big.”

He paused for a moment, and then lifted his hand and laid it against your back. You had to hold back a shiver at the warmth of his skin as he started rubbing small circles against you.

“I wouldn’t change the past for another thing, as well.”

You hummed, turning and meeting his gaze.

“I wouldn’t have met you.”

You flushed suddenly, moving your hands up to cover your heated face. Byleth chuckled and gently took hold of your wrists, pulling them down as he tried to look into your avoidant eyes once more. Giving up, he kept a soft smile and leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss against your cheek.

“Let’s go to bed.”

You swung your legs back over the window and tried to ignore Byleth’s overbearing presence as he helped you in and shut the latch. You shuffled over to your bed and laid down, turning out the oil lamp on your nightstand. Byleth still stood slightly awkwardly in the middle of your dark room and you laughed, reaching a hand out.

“Would you like to join me?”

He looked at your hand before taking it and sliding under the blankets with you. Your bed immediately warmed up and you curled into his side, laying your head on his chest. It was kind of strange, not hearing the heartbeat of your lover- lover? Was he your lover now? He had to be, right?

In your contemplation, Byleth’s arm wrapped around your shoulder and held you tightly in his side as his other hand gripped onto your leg, which was draped across his waist.

“I don’t think I’d change time or go home, either.” You whispered, “Because then I’d miss out on this.”

His chest vibrated with another soft chuckle and he leaned down, this time pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “I certainly wouldn’t want to miss this. Goodnight, Y/N.”

You yawned. “Goodnight.”

Home isn’t a place. Home is a feeling. You didn’t have to look up at the stars to feel at home, nor did you need to feel the icy winter winds through your window to remind you. You were already home, right in Byleth’s arms.

#fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem imagines #fire emblem three houses x reader #x reader #fire emblem three houses imagines #byleth #byleth eisner #male byleth #byleth x reader #byleth imagines #male byleth imagines #male byleth x reader #byleth eisner x reader #byleth eisner imagines #lay writes

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pokemagines · 4 years ago

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future child. (byleths x reader)

other fics in this series! alfonse // sharena \ fjorm & gunnthra // loki \ michalis // shigure \ zelgius // chrom \ ike // hrid \ ninian // soren

female byleth is named “beleth” in this fic as to not confuse the two !! its just another name for the demon byleth is named after so :O !!!

Wide-eyed, blinking slowly, Quinn looks around the wide expanse of the noisy corridors of the Askran palace. It was much different than Quinn remembered, though the castle he was from was much more dour and run-down. The sparkling energy resonating off the walls was also new, heroes discussing happily amongst themselves, challenging others to a sparring match, or napping lazily in the sun filtering in through the grandiose windows.

Had he not been on a mission, Quinn would’ve joined the sleeping manaketes, tucking himself under a wing and curling up for hours on end.

Peeking around the corner, he manages to spot a hero he knew vaguely. It was Annette, much younger than he remembered her, but still humming loudly just as he remembered she always did -- even on the darkest of days. Deep within him, he feels the urge to smile, but it doesn’t register on his features.

‘What are you grinning about?,’ He hears Sothis’s voice in his head. Quinn steps out of the way as the ginger skips past him, seemingly on her way across the castle. ‘Annette is still the same, it seems’. Quinn nods, still scanning down the hallway for either one of his parents. He hadn’t seen them in so long, for a moment he wonders if they’d still be the same as he remembers them, like Annette was.

“Why are you standing there for?” Quinn turns slowly upon hearing the voice, Sothis seeming to be spooked as she jumps from her intangible form behind him. “Looking for someone?”

“It’s you.” Quinn whispers, wide eyes growing wider.

“It’s… me?” You put a finger to your chin. “You know me? I don’t think I’ve seen you before…”. The blank expression reminds you a lot of Byleth, but surely that was a coincidence? You had summoned younger versions of heroes before, so that was possible an explanation. Though, you don’t know how the child Byleth would know you.

But Byleth had always been an enigma -- so you wouldn’t be surprised.

“You’re my parent,” he blinks, quickly grabbing your hand. “We should go find papa”.

Had he not referred to his father as ‘papa’ he would’ve almost reminded you of an adult. It contrasted heavily with his appearance, you would bet he couldn’t be much older than six.

“Summoner,” speak of the devil, but not the right one. “We must talk.” Beleth smiles sweetly at you, her hand holding onto a child that looked eerily similar to one you were holding onto. The only difference was her hair was a bit longer and tied up in pigtails, everything else -- height, build, facial expression -- was much the same. It makes your heart drop, was this your kid as well?

“I’m Quinn,” the little girl mumbles, kicking nervously at the floor. “And y-you’re my... other parent! I’ve been looking for you for so long...”

“But I’m Quinn?” The Quinn holding onto you tightens his grip. He wants to pout, but the being napping deity inside of him is sparse to let him -- forcing an emotion to the surface was nearly impossible for him. “Are we…?”

“The same?” Beleth’s Quinn finishes his sentence, it's then you realize just how similar their voices sound.

“Summoner, who are these people?” Byleth shows himself, a puzzled look on his face as he crosses the stone, boots clicking with every step. The twins both turn to look at him, almost as if in unison. Had the situation not been so strange, you might have made a joke about them sharing the same brain cell.

Quinn pulls himself out of your hand and runs over to Byleth, looking up at him with a hand up, motioning for him to grab it. Byleth holds his hand without a second thought.

“Well, it looks like we have a lot of… talking to do.” You laugh out nervously, eyes darting between the four of them. None of them look angry, just mostly confused. Why did all the strange things happen to you?

‘Yeah, no kidding,’ Sothis yawns from behind, waking up from her nap to take everything in.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

“So… you’re saying that I’m both of your parents?” You look from Quinn to Quinn, the two of them nodding in unison. You pinch the bridge of your nose, feeling a headache coming on. As much as you loved Byleth and Beleth, the thought of being a parent so early was a horrifying thought; especially out of the blue.

“This is a lot to take in.” Beleth whispers, nervously fiddling with the hilt of her sword.

“Yes, yes it is.” Byleth sighs, arms crossed in thought. “I never expected to have children so early. We aren’t even wed yet.” Yet, the implication makes a flush grow on your cheeks.

“But having both of your children?” you bury your face in your hands, you hoped they wouldn’t think you would cheat on them. Sure, you were flirty with the both of them, but you weren’t exactly dating either of them. Courting in Askr was much different than it was where you came from, people seemed to get married here much more quickly.

“I mean we are the same person,” Beleth leans back against the desk in your room, arm resting on the edge of it. “Same soul and all, just a different universe. Like how there’s another version of me here, with Lady Rhea. Who’s dating Lady Rhea.” Beleth shakes her head as if it was ridiculous to even think of it. Of course it would be preposterous for her to think; considering she comes from the timeline where she took sides with Edelgard, effectively making herself the number one heretic in all of Fodlan.

Byleth smiles, a rare gesture you don’t have the pleasure of seeing often. “I fear to see who the other versions of me ended up with as well.”

Beleth scowls, “don’t worry about them. It seems we ended up with a good person, our summoner.” You flush scarlet under the both of their loving gazes -- so much different from the emotionless duo you remember first summoning. It seems merging with Sothis and being around heroes opened them up emotionally more than you would’ve ever thought possible.

The Quinns sit side-by-side on the floor, looking between all of you as you talk; not grasping everything said but listening intently as if they do.

“S-so you’re both okay with this?” You say, “okay with... me being with the both of you? B-because I wouldn’t mind. I do... well, I think it would be best to talk it through later tonight.”

“Yes, that would be for the best,” Beleth replies, “I think I know what you’re going to say, and I feel the same way if so.”

‘Hm, your parents are most peculiar,’ Sothis floats around the two, ‘definitely different than when I was with them’.

“Miss Sothis says that you both are weird.” Quinn pipes up, tucking a stray bang behind her ear. The room gets so quiet you can hear a pin drop, before three voices yell in unison:

“Miss Sothis says what?!”

#byleth eisner #byleth eisner x reader #byleth x reader #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #fe16 #future child #imagine #ficlet #x reader #fluff #idk if i like this one that much but !!! TwT im brainded...

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bnhxx · 4 years ago

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Flowers

pairing: Byleth x gn reader

summary: “They're pretty enough but I'm scarred by the thorns on those flowers"

I am once again asking for your forgivness as I repost all of my ao3 writing to tumblr bc I’ve finally organised a place where I can write for this fandom

"They love me, They love me not, They love me… "

You sighed, and tossed the plucked flower aside. You had hoped that, with the silly indulgence of flower divinations you would feel more satisfied with the state of your little crush.

Especially when the object of your affections was none other than the mysterious professor. The professor who deserved such a title, after all; in the short time they had been in Garrech Mach they had accomplished the respect of all esteemed staff at the church-even the archbishop, Rhea, seemed to placea great deal of trust in them. It seemed almost suspicious, but if Rhea was doing something she was doing it right in placing her faith in Byleth.

You, Anna's trusty assistant (she had tried to name you her trusty paid hand, but you assured her assistant was far fitting from the tricks you were learning off her) had joined Byleth's class quite early in the year. You weren't a student, but learning from the professor and sharing tips with the students you almost felt like one-minus the student debt, of course. It was a good life, and you were grateful for following your old friend through whatever scheme she had to bag a good deal; it lead you to a pretty good deal yourself.

For however nifty she was, Anna would always tease you on your stoic crush.

‘Wonder what lovely conversations you’ll be having with them in your golden years?’

But there was something about their calm confidence, and trust in their students and by extension battalion that had you charmed. The way they cared for every one of the students, and made friends where they could. It seemed right for them to be here, in the midst of all this brewing chaos. You could see why the professor was quickly becoming a faculty favourite in other ways, too. They certainly wasn’t lackluster in the looks department, either...

You suppose you shouldn't be pining for them. They were a professor, and you were a part of their battalion-the relationship should be purely professional, and you should find better things to be doing with your time then idly plucking the petals from pretty harmless flowers-

"-use me? " Oh, that's the last voice you needed to hear! Speak of the devil, you thought as the professor stood a ways off from your seated spot amongst the destroyed flowers and grass. You brushed the last of the petals off your tunic, and stood up to greet the professor.

“Sorry Professor, I was a bit lost in my own little world. Was there something I could help you with?” Their stare was blank, but you could make out a glimmer of curiosity in them. Maybe you were just imagining it, though.

“Sorry if I interrupted you,” You shook your head and offered them a warm smile.

“Not at all! All this brewing energy around here is just getting me a little reminiscent of simpler days. You had quite a difference experience to travelling than I did, but don’t you somedays wish to just...return to it?” You thought you had executed that change in pace well. Maybe you could talk about travelling, or just talk more with Byleth. You had seen them invite others to tea a number of times, perhaps they would like to treat you to more of their company if they knew you a little better?

“No, I don’t. I enjoy it here,” They shook their head, and the conversation halted to a stop. It felt like they wanted to say so much more...had you struck a nerve with them? Perhaps you really ought to have thought about what you said before saying it...

“Oh...well, I’m sorry if talking about those days bothers you, I won't bring it up anymore. Did you need something… ?” you trail off, enough has been said. You’ve already nailed your coffin, if you stay here any longer and Byleth starts questioning the flower’s striped bare of their petals and lying in the grass... You dusted your tunic off and hope to god they'll just leave you to mope in your awful execution of conversation, but Byleth stops you by clearing their throat. You look to them as they sort through one of their pockets. Did you lose something again? Your ears burned in shame at the thought of being so careless. Perhaps they really did just come here to give you a stern talking to, or-

Oh.

In Byleth’s hand was a single briar rose, outstretched for you to take. And just like that, your crestfallen face brightened up again as you laid your hands out and beamed.

“Oh, thank you Professor! You really shouldn’t have gone to all this trouble-still, I appreciate it,” Though the upturn in their lips was small, it managed to make your heart leap bounds.

"I'm glad you enjoy it," The idea of Byleth picking out the rose for you, and such a darling colour-you weren't one for flowers and meanings, but roses held an obvious romantic flair...you took a better look at the rose, thorns clipped off the long thin stem. The rose was carefully picked, as not to die out quickly. Yet the budding flower felt fitting to you. You felt as if your adventures with the professor had only just begun.

Without a second thought to it you snapped the stem down to a shorter length. You felt their eyes watch on as you slid the flower into your hair, just resting above your ear. You gave your head a little tilt for them; and as your eyes caught his, you could catch a faint blush on his surprised expression. What you'd give to see that face again! You tried to suppress the triumphant grin that was forming.

"How do I look?" Their expression softened, and your breath hitched as they brought their hand up to gently pull a stray hair back.

"You look nice," Nice. Well, your efforts had gotten you somewhere, you suppose. And had they learnt that hair trick off Sylvan? The way your cheeks are burning…

"Don't forget we have a seminar with one of the professors I'd like you to attend. You may find it useful," They turned their eyes down to the torn up flowers in the grass, and back to you with a nod as they departed. If your cheeks were burning before, they certainly were now.

You'd been caught, and now you wondered how effective you were in figuring out their heart.

Or perhaps they were more effective in exposing your own.

"I'm for what you've got time for"

#fe:3h #byleth eisner #byleth eisner x reader #.repost #nora.writing #.fluff

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frickingnerd · 11 months ago

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yandere byleth with a fierce darling

pairing: byleth eisner x gn!reader

tags: reader hates byleth, mentions of struggles/resistance

byleth likes a good challenge!

every time they try to pursue you, you turn them down

you don't fall for the sweet talk and the manipulation, quite the opposite

you only get upset with them if they try to manipulate you and call them out on their behavior

byleth knows it'll be hard to break someone like you, to make you obey and accept your place beneath them

but that's just the challenge they want!

byleth loves that fierce side of you, to watch you yell and struggle against them

and it'll be a shame when this side of yours is finally gone one day, but at least byleth will know then that they won

that they made you – the one with that burning hatred towards byleth, who always struggled to obey to them – their obedient little darling~

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bastart13 · 2 years ago

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Claude has a totally different route this time around but has Three Hopes changed your opinion on any of the characters?

Hm, interesting question! I don't think my opinion has changed for any of the previous characters. Mostly it's just expanded and given me more details to consider. Like the fact everyone makes fun of the way Lorenz eats

OH WAIT! How did I forget??

BYLETH

I've always disliked how they used Byleth in the first game. There was a lot of potential but because they couldn't speak or react, everything we knew about them was told, not shown. You got some feel of their reserved personality, but mostly they felt like a cardboard cutout other characters would talk at and praise to move the story forward. It's why I never understood the appeal of Byleth ships. They never got to speak or show proper reactions so I never got any sort of chemistry from them with.... anyone. The only thing I really liked was how they came off as ridiculously oblivious to their own world, but even that was more on Jeralt's parenting than anything.

In this game though, getting to see them from a third person view, getting to see them fight and speak properly, it's done wonders for how I see them. Now they're actually unnervingly stoic and quiet for being a mercenary. Now they're actually powerful on the battlefield. Heck, they're even insightful and straightforward in a way where I understand how they could get to the heart of each character. The contrast between them and Shez, who mostly sees the surface of their world, is great.

I just.... really wish they could have spoken in the first game. Just so their supports and cutscenes were more than

"What do you think, Byleth?" "......" "I've never thought of that! Genius! You're truly one of a kind!""

#fire emblem #fe3h #byleth eisner #not art #sorry for the ramble i just remembered how much i felt nothing for byleth before this game #as a note i also don't understand the appeal of x reader fics #which might be a factor in why i never got the byleth love

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r0-boat · 6 months ago

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helllooo fellow Male Byleth lover, could I by any chance have s/o taking care of a sick Male Byleth? I just want to cuddle this man, check his temperature, kiss his cheeks, rub his shoulders, hold his hair out of the way as he's sick, I want to PAMPER HIM. CAN YOU help me wAtEr mY crops please they are dying? I just want to be his wife -Ichi <3

OH MY GOD YOU'RE THE FIRST PERSON TO ACTUALLY ASK ME

I love you so much

Sick day

Author's notes:

Byleth is unaware on his crush on you. You think it's cute but you also think he doesn't like you so you're always willing to impress him.

Byleth was late to his lesson. As his You gathered his papers and finished grading the students tests but to your surprise he wasn't there. With no teacher the students looked to you.

'What could he be? he was never late to a lesson.' You thought The eyes of the students ready to learn the lesson of the day making you nervous.

"A- I'll be back!"

"The house leader is in charge, be sure to do your tasks for today around the monastery."

You sure hope putting the house later in charge would not serve to bite you in the ass later.

You make your way too Byleth's dorm room You're not once calling his name only to get no answer.

"The door isn't locked but..."

Worry pools in your stomach. You took a deep breath opening the doors to his quarters.

Byleth hardly even noticed you. His eyes closed breathing deeply He was in his casual wear his armor too heavy for his weaked body.

You press the back of your hand against his forehead that made him open his eyes.

"oh, did I oversleep?" He grumbled his voice scratching and terrible.

he was hot, burning up

"yeah you're not going anywhere."You stated placing your warm hand up to your forehead.

"but the lesson the students-" He protested.

"Professor please You're not well. You need to stay in bed and rest Don't worry about the lesson I-I got it covered."

More or less got it covered but.

His eyebrows furrowed on his otherwise emotionless face.

Of course you wouldn't know how to deal with the students alone. That is his fault perhaps the teachers were right he does coddle you a little too much.

He sighs "very well, the students can handle themselves"

Knowing that you'll have to deal with whatever the hell issuance due today later doesn't upset him as much as he thought it would. Maybe he's just distracted by the fact he gets you all to himself. The students always monopolize your time You are quite popular with them That's one of the many things he likes about you. He can't help but savor that he has you all to himself today. Call him selfish.

With his emotionless face you can't tell what he's thinking from the way he sighed He seemed disappointed. Way to make your boss hate you more...

His eyes widen when you brushed his hair out of his face You're gentle fingers caressing his skin. If he had a heart it would have quickened instead butterflies filled his stomach. A feeling he was not familiar to.

If he was here the whole time he must have not had breakfast yet. As you start to leave. His body moved on his own his fingers catching your sleeve He wasn't sure why he did this either when you looked down at him your eyes full of life and fire He stuttered.

"where are you going?"

"professor you need to eat you haven't eaten anything since yesterday have you?"

He looked away from you confirming your suspicion.

"I won't be gone forever, I'm just going to get you some soup from the cafeteria."You smile.

Byleth nods "can I get something spicy?"He said with a cough.

Are you kidding me? He's probably hiding in but his stomach will not handle anything spicy. One spoonful and it will all go up.

"no" You respond bluntly. "When someone is recovering from a sickness, spicy food is the last thing they need. Professor or not no one is exempt from this rule."

The irony was cute here you were nagging at your own boss The person you are supposed to be assisting everyday. He looks like a kicked puppy. Sad that he can't have his favorite foods.

Byleth stayed on bed rest for the rest of the day You had left to take care of some extra duties as well as help around the monastery along with the students. The students of his class came to visit him every now and then but he felt lonely without you. He always feels a little antsy when he doesn't know where you are. You're always getting yourself into danger. You always tell him you can protect yourself but, he'd rather you not be in danger at all. You did tell him to call you when he needs anything. And to be honest he called you a lot. A lot more he'd like to admit.

He heard a knock at his door "come in." His voice was almost as smooth as before still sounded like something was in his throat though.

His eyes light up when you're familiar figure walks through.

"I'm here with some medicine"You play the glass bottle down next to his bed. Despite the bitter taste he takes it all with no change in his face.

"The medic also said I should stimulate your muscles to help you relax." You smile.

That got his attention.

His eyes wide his lips parting his cheeks pink. The thought of you touching him was making him go crazy you make him go crazy and he doesn't know why. His eyes starting around making your eyebrows furrow with worry.

"um Byleth?"Your name rolls off his tongue instead of his usual nickname a very welcome surprise.

"Y-yeah hold on." He mutters sitting up from his bed his body still felt weak and hot but he was getting better. He had taken off his shirt a while ago, You try not the stare too much to his rippling muscles and scars that decorated it when he turned around You can't help but stare. He held his head down when he felt, delicate fingers rub into his bare shoulders. His back was just as muscular as his front. You feel dirty oggling and touching your colleague like this. You just want him to get better. So you push your sinful inner thoughts down and continue pressing your thumbs against his shoulder blades.

Dear gods you're so good at this. He's practically melting in your hands. He never knew how much he craved your touch till now. Years of hard physical labor and harder battles melting away with each roll of your thumb.

Exhaustion hit them all at once by the time you were done. He grown does he laid back down in his bed He can already feel his body turning into liquid as soon as he hit the mattress.

He couldn't keep his eyes open He wanted you to stay. He wanted you to stay here with him but he couldn't bring himself to speak he was so exhausted and weak the last thing he Saw was your perfect smile as you thread your fingers in his hair.

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I imagine he got the front row seat.

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Hello hello I see requests are open 👀 I loved your "only one bed" fic w Ashe so I'm here to ask for more lol

May I get a fem or gn reader tutoring Felix and Sylvain (you can just choose one if you're not feeling inspired) in magic? If I remember correctly both of them have a budding talent in reason magic so maybe the professor saw that and assigned reader to help cultivate that talent??

Idk how much detail you like in your requests so feel free to ignore the rest of this!! But if you want more specifics maybe reader has always been a little nervous around the nobles in the BL house since they're a commoner?? And even though they have every confidence in their abilities they're not very assertive so Byleth wanted reader to learn how to take charge in a situation and actually tell people what to do lol

Thank you in advance!! :D

This is one of the reasons I value requests so much. There are so many ideas you guys come up with that I want to discover!

I took these two stories in two very different directions, but I think they both stay true to the prompt in their own way. The different sways of each story are heavily influenced on how I think one would have to interact with each character to achieve the specifics we're looking for.

In this case, I was inspired to write Sylvain's story with more edges and harsh moments, though Felix's was created with a much softer arc in mind.

Enjoy! Requests are open to all. Send in as many as you wish!

The stories will be continued under the cut.

Sylvain:

“N-No! No. Please wait!”

For what must have been the third time this session, you adjusted the position of Sylvain’s hands so that his fingers were curled inwards.

“Remember? If you don’t curl your fingers in, you aren’t directing the magic properly. That could cause the fire to spread sideways rather than forward, and then you’d be putting everyone around you in danger.”

“Right,” he chuckled. “My bad.”

You were quite certain he did remember, but you didn’t say anything about it. It was a trivial matter, really. Curling his fingers yourself every once in a while was nothing compared to what you knew he could do to you if you got even slightly too pushy with him.

“That’s alright, just…try to keep it in mind as we go through the motions, okay?”

Taking a step back, you sighed and relaxed your body a bit. You were going to make sure the only thing he lit on fire would be the target across from him. Burning down the training grounds was not an appealing idea to you.

“So, different people pull their magic from different places within them, yes? For example, Mercedes feels her magic from somewhere closer to her heart, while Annette describes her pull as somewhere within her head. Personally, I feel my own resonate within my palms.”

He nodded. Good. You were getting somewhere.

“I can’t just tell you where to pull yours from, though. What I can say is that once we find your source, the rest is easy. While we could do some research or studying to make a more educated presumption, I’ve found that the fastest method is just to guess and check.”

Sylvain stretched out his arms and hands, “Sure. Walk me through it then, professor~.”

You were just about to until he returned his hands to the wrong position. Again.

No, you were not going to sigh. You were not going to show any signs of impatience, you were simply going to breathe normally, approach him calmly, and gently reposition his hands.

And as much as the little nickname irked you, you wouldn’t say anything about that, either.

What was the scale of a commoner’s displeasure at a nickname when compared to that of the power of a noble? One with a crest, no less. He didn’t need to learn magic in order to ruin your life. Or order your death.

He certainly didn’t need to know you were intimidated by him, lest he get any ideas.

“You’re pointed at the target right now. I’ve adjusted your form so that it’s perfect. The only thing left is for you to pull the magic from your body and feel it spread into your fingertips.”

“Got it,'' he winked, then turned his eyes back to the target.

There. You were almost done. The only thing that was left was for him to find the magic. After all, you were confident in your ability to show him how to use it.

“...”

“It’s fine, don’t worry!” you reassured him frantically. Goddess knows what he might do if he thought this was your fault. “It can take a bit of time, just make sure you’re focusing on tracing it to your- NO, WAIT-!”

You rushed to his side when you noticed he had wrecked his form and yet was still trying. This time, a small flame did come out of his hands. However, thanks to his uncontrolled form, it began to widen to his sides.

“Woah. Uh, what do I do now?” he asked. A sliver of panic had slipped its way into his tone.

“Just aim at the target and imagine it shooting forward. Do it quickly; it’s too late to control the fire at this point, so we need to let it go before it-”

You let out a squeak of surprise as you watched it shoot across the room to the target. The widened flame hit it, but the fire didn’t truly catch onto the target. Though you were certain it would have missed if his form was actually correct, it had become clear what the professor had meant when she mentioned he had a “budding talent” in the art.

When you were originally assigned to work on magic with Sylvain, you had voiced your concerns to Professor Byleth.

“You want me to teach? And a noble, of all people? One that you claim has talent, yet has never even accessed his magic before?”

“Good,” she smiled, “so you heard me.”

“I…please, I don’t think this is a good idea. I don’t know the first thing about teaching, or…or giving orders…or…”

“That’s why you’ll be teaching one of your classmates. It will benefit us all for you to find your backbone.”

“Well then, what about Ashe? I’ll teach Ashe, or I’ll even teach Dedue, but…it isn’t really my place to teach a noble. Besides, I have a family, and if anything happens-”

“Okay,” the mercenary laughed, “now you’re definitely not getting out of this. It looks like you can learn quite a few lessons from such an experience, after all.”

“But-”

“Sylvain will be waiting for you at the training grounds. I expect you to arrive on time. I will check on you periodically.”

Well, so much for that, you thought to yourself. You hadn’t seen so much as the color of Professor Byleth’s hair since this whole thing began.

As you finished the task you had originally approached Sylvain to complete, you began to wonder how curling his fingers of all things would be the most challenging part of this lesson. He was clearly listening to you when you spoke, so the issue must be in your directions, right? Maybe you really weren’t cut out for this whole “giving-orders” thing, even though you thought you had been doing a good job, so far.

“Hey,” Sylvain began. “Why haven’t you said anything to me?”

You paused, “What do you mean? I’ve been talking you through the process this whole time.” Honestly, now you weren't sure if he was listening. Maybe he was the spacey type.

Sylvain quirked an eyebrow, “Every time I fail to go back into position, you just stop and move my fingers manually. I must have done it at least four times by now, and most girls would have told me to knock it off at this point.”

“I don’t…” four was an understatement. But did he really not realize the reason for your hesitation? “...know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes. You do. There’s this look in your eye every time you notice it. You have a lot more patience than I do, that’s for sure. Your tone of voice stays neutral or positive, and each time you maneuver my hands, you don’t move them any rougher than you did the time before it. But even with all of those behaviors combined, you manage to give it away through your eyes.”

What.

He’s been able to notice all of those…traits…of your behavior over the past two hours you’ve been working to teach him, but he still can’t do any better than a spread flame of-?

There’s no way.

“So you’re saying you know how to use the proper positioning?”

“Pssh. Yeah, I think it’s safe to say I got it the first time.” the red-headed noble teased, “But all those extra times you spent showing me really helped-”

“Do it, then.”

His brows knit lightly, “What?”

You pointed at the target he had only technically hit during his last shot, “Get into your form. Aim at the target. And light it on fire.”

Sylvain was too stunned to speak. Instead, he did as you said, turning to face the target and firing a small fireball at the center. Sure enough, it caught fire. Right on the mark.

His smug demeanor returned, “So, how did I do? Don’t you think I should get some form of a reward for all my hard work today?”

You slowly exhale, closing your eyes and calming your heartbeat. Then, you fire your own flame spell at the target. The hay is half ember and half ash when you turn to leave.

“We’re done. I’m done.”

“Woah,” Sylvain’s eyes went wide as he stared into the remains of the fire. Quickly recovering from his shock, he turned back to you, “You oka-?”

“Two hours of my life!” you snap, spinning on your heel to face him. “Gone! Wasted!”

“Hey, now, don’t get too upset. After all, I know a few women that would be jealous of someone getting to spend that much one-on-one time with me,” his signature smirk returns, and all you can think of is how much you’d like to burn the look off his face. “Why don’t we go out and get some tea together? Would that make you feel better?”

“Two hours! And now you want even more time?”

You actually wanted to cry, now, but there was no way you were going to give him the satisfaction.

“I was supposed to spend my time with Mercedes and Annette, this afternoon! I would’ve had tea with them! Then we would’ve studied for our certification exams, and…I didn’t need this! And you certainly didn’t need this much time from me.”

Sylvain actually looked a little hurt at that, and before you could truly process everything you had just done, you heard three small raps at the entrance of the training grounds.

“That’s quite enough, you two. Sylvain, please head back to my classroom and wait for me there. We’re going to be having a little chat about training etiquette, but not before I speak with your classmate.”

His regretful expression left almost as quickly as it came when he turned to face Professor Byleth with a wink, “Right. Don’t keep me waiting, Professor!”

She glared at him, and you were immediately glad her look wasn’t directed at you.

“Don’t tempt me. Maybe I won’t show up for two hours. Whatever keeps me entertained, right?”

The Gautier noble lost his smirk as your own mouth formed a thin line to keep from smiling. You weren’t sorry for him in the slightest; especially not after he treated you like a plaything for the better part of an afternoon.

“And no detours!” she barked as he left.

You stepped forward, “Professor…I don’t-”

“I disagree.”

You blinked twice, “What?”

“With what you said earlier,” she smiled, “about not needing this. I disagree.”

The tension in your shoulders dropped in defeat, “What are you talking about, professor? I must have completed what you told me to at least an hour ago, but I wasn’t even competent enough to pick up on it. There was absolutely no reason for me to stay any longer than that, and especially not with someone as depreciative of my company as-”

But it didn’t feel like she was listening to you. Her smile was just growing, and all you could do was trail off and watch as your professor turned and headed for the door.

“You’ve grown more than you realize. You were finally able to assert yourself today.”

You shuddered a little, “I’m still worried about what I said to him.”

With her hand on the door, Professor Byleth faced you one last time, “Don’t be. Now you know as well as I do. Those nobles think they can do whatever they want, so it’s an important lesson for us to learn.” She nodded once, “It’s okay to stand up for yourself, my student. Someone needs to keep them in check.”

The doors of the grounds shut behind her with a thud.

She was right, you knew. You felt more sure of yourself, just as she had asked you to become. Not only that, but now that you knew people like Sylvain were qualified to be nobles, you weren’t as scared to talk to them.

But now you had a new fear. One day, Fodlan’s future would rest in the hands of nobles like these.

If messing around was the best they could do, they definitely had their work cut out for them.

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Felix:

“It’s not working.”

“Don’t worry, th-that’s alright! This is only your first day, after all. I think you’re doing well.”

Felix huffed, “Doing well isn’t going to save my life when I can’t cut through someone’s armor. Stop flattering me and actually do something to help.”

“R-right! Of course!” you stumbled. You allowed your eyes to scan Felix’s body, evaluating his form and making a mental checklist. He was able to create the magic just fine, but the Faerghus noble was completely lost when it came to firing it.

“Well, your stance is great, and you can summon the magic easily enough. B-but I don’t have enough information to properly identify a problem area-”

“Then show me again,” he ordered as Professor Byleth entered the training grounds. She was carrying a handful of spears that she must have just bought.

“That’s enough, Felix. You're the one listening, here. Let your friend do her job.”

He balked at that. “She is not my friend. Neither of us are here by choice, in case you’re having trouble recalling the context of the situation you put us in!”

Your teacher began swapping out the new lances in her arms for the broken and rusted ones discarded around the training grounds. “Well, complaining about it isn’t going to get you anywhere. Just be nice and listen, and I’m sure this will be over before you know it.”

The swordsman turned to you, clenching his teeth, “Please. Show me how you performed the spell. Again.”

“Y-Yes!”

“Ah-ah. No,” you turned to Professor Byleth as she looked you in the eyes, “You’re the professor. You’re the one giving the orders. Felix isn’t teaching you how to teach. You’re teaching him magic.”

“Ah, right,” you stood a little taller, “In that case…Felix, I’m going to demonstrate how to cast the Thunder spell once more.”

Your posture faltered at the resounding sigh from across the room. “I’m going off to the shop to repair these weapons. I expect this…dynamic…to be fixed when I return.”

As you watched your professor leave, the noble next to you cleared his throat. Back to work.

“Okay, I-I can go slow. And I’ll talk you through it!”

You got into your original stance, going over each component from your feet to your fingers. Felix reproduced your efforts methodically.

Next, you informed him of the process of garnering magic from your internal source. As the Thunder gathered in your hands, it did the same in his. It was just as bright as yours, which had always come as a surprise.

You didn’t dwell on it too long as you came to the part of the system you knew you’d spend the most time on. You tried to describe it as best you could; tracing an imaginary line between your fingers and your target before letting it go. And while yours went, the lightning magic between Felix’s hands began to grow in size and glow ever brighter.

“Tch. Not again.”

“Hold on, I’ll get it!” you reassured him, running across the room to grab one of the logs you were using as targets. Returning to him, you placed the wood in his hands as it took the brunt of the power from his spell. However, the rest of it went into you.

“Agh-! Th…that’s-” you hug your arms to your chest, attempting to cradle them against one another lightly, “that’s definitely what a Thunder spell with double the power would feel like.”

While Felix didn’t outright ask if you were alright, you felt his eyes scanning over your arms. But as long as you were the one taking the hit and not him, he couldn’t get any more upset with you, right? A commoner teaching magic to a noble. While you didn’t doubt that you could, you were not exactly confident that you should. However, it wasn’t up to you. Professor Byleth called the shots.

Shots that you needed to be giving right now, you remembered.

“Forgive me! I need to focus.”

Felix opened his mouth as if in protest, but you spoke again before he could get any sound out, “So, tell me exactly what you’re thinking when you try to fire off the spell.”

He furrowed his brow, “Just like you said. I draw that invisible line in my mind, I run my arms along it, and I think of letting go. Releasing.”

“Hmm. I think that might be our issue.”

“You think?”

“Hey, I’m not exactly the best at teaching compared to just doing, in case you couldn’t already tell.”

Only after the words were out of your mouth did you realize what you just said.

“Oh no- I’m so sorry! Look, I…I’ll figure this out for you, you’ll execute it, and then we won’t have to do this again.”

“Calm down. You’re allowed to be frustrated, too,” he scoffed. “I haven’t exactly been a model student.”

“Right…a-anyway, try going through the routine once more, but instead of thinking about releasing, think of pushing. That way you’re using both mental and physical force.”

So you watched as Felix did just that. He got into his stance, gathered the magic into his hands, pushed his arms forward, and furrowed his brow.

But the lighting grew ever brighter, the supply of logs grew ever smaller, and your arms grew ever more sore.

“W-why-” you asked, cradling your arms together once more. Tears formed in your eyes as you looked elsewhere, fighting the pain. “I don’t get it.”

“Come on!” Felix shouted at himself. With your head turned away from him, however, you had presumed your so-called “student’s” anger was directed at you.

Consequently, you flinched away from him.

From outside of your view, Felix’s eyes widened slightly. He softened his tone a bit, “Woah…Hey, are you alright?”

“Please,” you pleaded, turning to fully face him. “I’m doing my best. I just…if you could just give me a bit more time to wor-”

“I’m not mad at you, and I’m definitely not about…to hurt…you…” he began to trail off.

He was staring at your arms. Once you followed his gaze, you could see why. With a gasp, you held them straight out in front of you.

The flesh of your arms was burned.

It went in a pattern that made it look like something had lashed at you. The last log you used must not have been as effective as you had hoped it would be. Your knees dropped out in shock.

Felix burst toward you. Catching your torso, he lightly lowered you to the ground.

Dread cloaked your thoughts like a shadow as your breathing became more shallow and stuttered. You couldn’t cast healing magic over yourself. Moving your arms at all was a special kind of torture, but performance of the spell you needed couldn’t be achieved without more range of motion.

“Teach me how to heal you.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but you were still too petrified to register what he had said.

“What?”

“Look, maybe I can’t fire off lightning, but we can both clearly see from your arms that the spell worked. If you can teach me how to heal, even if I can’t send it into you, you can still make use of the spell on yourself by placing your arms where you used to put the logs.”

It sounded like a reasonable enough plan. It was the best thing you had at the moment, anyway. You didn’t think you could move about to get help in this state, and you didn’t like the idea of being left alone in the training grounds, either.

So you walked him through it. Kneeling together on the floor, you told him to change his fingers into a cupped form. He was instructed to send the power through his wrists rather than his fingertips to get it to form. Then, with his hands glowing green and hovering over your arms, you directed him to give the magic directly to your afflicted areas.

Both of you were stunned when Felix was able to send the healing magic to you on his first try. You didn’t need to move into it, it just flowed from his wrists into your arms.

Your head gave an involuntary bow as you felt the magic wash over you. It was like a light breeze on a hot day. More like a cool salve on a burn, you supposed.

“Thank you,” you breathed, head still lowered. Your breaths continued, slow and deep as you closed your eyes.

It got you thinking, though. How was it that Felix could fire his healing magic effectively, but not the Thunder spell you had both been working on? It was the same principle, though you think you conveniently forgot to instruct him on it, this time.

Your eyes opened lightly as you felt the flow of magic dissipate from your body. Felix must have stopped, then.

As you tried to lift your head back up, your vision spotted and dizziness set in. You supposed you had never truly been injured that badly before. Sure, the attacks you had taken throughout the time of one battle all added together might total quite a bit of agony, but Mercedes was always around to heal you at intervals whenever you suffered anything noticeable.

“...ngh..”

“Easy,” Felix stated, moving his hands to balance your shoulders, “you’ll get up when you’re ready. Nothing good will come from you pushing yourself right now.”

Focusing on your breathing, you put your head back down and placed your palms in front of you for balance.

“What were you thinking…" you took another deep breath, steadying yourself. "When you sent the healing spell, what was the thought permeating your mind?”

His hold on your shoulders tightened subtly, “I was just thinking that I wanted you to take it.”

“There, then,” you affirmed as your voice returned to you in full. “That’s going to be what you need to do in order to fire your spells. Your objective will be to get the recipient to take the spell from you.”

Trying to lift your head up once more, you succeeded. You let your eyes blink a few times, then turned to the noble kneeling next to you.

“So, go do it. One more try,” you nodded. “If it doesn’t work, we’ll be done.”

His lips pressed against each other, and his eyes hardened. You could tell he was less than interested.

“I promise I have learned from my mistakes. You’ve already found the solution, Felix. You performed it just now. The only thing that’s left is to use the proper spell.”

“Got it,” he stood, moving into position a few feet away from his target. Before he gets into his form, though, he looks to you.

“If it backfires-”

“It won’t.”

He clenched his teeth, “It might not, but I’m telling you that if it does, you’re not grabbing that log. I’ll find a way to take care of it myself, understood?”

You laughed, “Don’t worry, I couldn’t stand if I tried.”

“I mean it.”

“I’ll stay right here. I promise.”

That seemed to be the answer he was looking for. The swordsman turned back to the target, took his stance, and you observed as the lightning formed in his hands.

You watched him shove the spell forward, and just as you predicted, the lightning flew from his hand into the center of the target.

“Just like that!” you smiled warmly, eyes fixed on where the projectile had struck.

Right on cue, the doors to the training grounds flew open, unceremoniously announcing the return of Professor Byleth. The first thing her gaze landed on was the scorched target across from Felix.

“Wonderful jo-” as she turned to address the two of you, however, her eyes caught on your own position.

“Why are you on the floor?”

“...”

“Uh…Felix knows healing magic, now…?”

After a quick interrogation to ensure neither of you deliberately hurt one another just so he might practice his powers in faith, the mercenary escorted both of you to see Professor Manuela.

Fortunately, she didn’t spot any remaining injuries on either of you. This led your own professor to become quite pleased with your performances, and she insisted that this become a more permanent arrangement.

You were originally concerned about how much time you would have to spend teaching until Professor Byleth began a weekly rotation system between the two of you.

Though you can’t say you were ever fond of the sword, you were definitely not expecting to ever become so experienced with one in such a short period of time. Now that you and Felix could both effectively use magic and metal interchangeably, the two of you possessed extreme versatility on the battlefield.

The Blue Lions were now more than ever a force to be reckoned with, and it was safe to say that the House overall was far from displeased.

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