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r0-boat · 3 months ago

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Byleth NSFW Alphabet

Hehe, I love him so much!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Clingy, uncharacteristically so. It feels like if he lets go of you, you'll disappear forever. So he'll bury his face into your neck, inhaling your scent, holding you close to his still-naked body, taking in the afterglow. His hands roam all his favorite spots on her body. If you ever try to leave his arms for whatever reason, Byleth will give a disapproving sigh before getting up to follow you like a lost puppy.

Once he finds the reason why you gotten up he'll just silently step in front of you and do it for you. Saying something like "You could have asked me I would have done it for you."

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He has no particular favorite, He likes all of you, However if He had to choose. Byleth would say your smile. When you express such happiness for anyone for anything He couldn't help but feel your happiness as well. He also likes that your eyes seem to smile back at him when you look at him.

He also likes that you look at him when he's over you He likes having your attention. It seems a little selfish but he's quite possessive of it. Which he tries not to impose on.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He'll never admit what seeing your face covered in his cum does to him.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

When you're not here, and he misses you, he takes a shirt or a piece of clothing he stole from your room and puts his face in it, inhaling your scent. Sometimes, actually often, his hand will slip under his pants while he thinks about you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Yes, He basically grew up a part of a mercenary company. He's probably had a few sexual encounters.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position where you're holding him or looking at him. He likes your undivided attention and if he sees your attention drifting elsewhere he can kiss your lips.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's naturally more serious but if you're joking around then he can't help it but smile or chuckle.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Sometimes. Honestly it's because he forgets not that he doesn't want to or doesn't have time. Byleth isn't really naturally hairy unless it's on his head despite his father being a relatively hairy man... Guess he inherited that from his mother...

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He knows how to have sex but romance he has no clue about. He only kisses you because he likes doing it and your lips feel good on his. Romance does not come naturally to him. If he is doing things like lighting candles or giving gifts he's probably picking it up from somewhere else. And Byleth likes to please to see that cute smile he loves so much.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Byleth is still deciding whether or not he should or would want to jerk off when, if he could, he could just wait for you and (silently) ask for your attention. The tightness in his pants feels very uncomfortable, but the times he had it weren't nearly enough to satisfy him compared to what you do

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

If you ask him he would probably just tell you that he doesn't know.

But I feel like he would have a weird obsession with listening to your heart or trying to. Maybe it's because he doesn't have one himself. He likes that. He's the reason why it moves fast. He likes that if he fucks you hard enough or makes you ride him, you'll be out of breath, your heart beating out of your rib cage. He wants to hold you close until he hears it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Byleth honestly would do it anywhere where it's just the two of you, he'd rather just fuck you in his bedroom though.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Byleth would never admit it, but when he feels that jealousy when someone else has your attention for a little too long that's when his hands find your hips and you feel his nose and lips press against the back of your neck.

Sometimes, when he hasn't seen you all day or all week, he will actively seek you out for some alone time.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

You would not hurt or, Gods forbid, put a blade anywhere near you. No, He doesn't even want to imagine a blade cutting your skin. When he saw you cut your hands with a knife, He practically rushed to snatch anything that he could rap the wound up.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Byleth is a little rusty, but he is a very quick learner because he not only likes your taste and likes to please but also your reaction. The way he will mutter out an apology if he uses a little too much strength to pry your legs open, his pupils blown wide, his breaths heavy as he salivates in his mouth for your taste.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Byleth pace always fluctuates in bed, However, it always tends to drift on the rougher side which he tries not to do.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes and no. He likes the idea of finishing inside you when he doesn't have a lot of time to spend with you. The problem is he always wants more after.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Byleth will try anything you're willing to try and then afterward he'll just say "I liked it, It felt good."

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Byleth absolutely has the stamina to go for a while. The reason why he doesn't keep you in bed until he's finally done is because he has duties to attend to or because you can't go on anymore.

Honestly it's just that He doesn't have the heart to tell you that he's not satisfied with just one round, So until that happens, he is done when you're done.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Byleth wouldn't like toys at first, probably because they would be new to him, and he's not used to them, but he starts warming up to them and maybe even starts using them. Personally, he prefers to try to make you feel good on his own.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Despite sometimes teasing you; Byleth doesn't do well with teasing. Personally, I don't advise it. If he could Byleth What instantly flip you back over. Before you get a little too cocky for his liking.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

The most you're getting is a quiet moan or two heavy breaths and shaky grunts. You though? He'll try to make you make noises.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Byleth has a lot more dirty thoughts than you'll ever know. Byleth's inner pervert is so closeted it's locked in a vault.

Byleth likes going out in the forest with you, especially when there is a lake with running water or a river if you ask to swim with him He will react to the idea of being naked with you but he will not oppose.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Byleth is big and he is a shower, The kind of likes that he is, It's addicting feeling the tight squeeze as he tries to spear and bully his big cock deeper inside. He likes me more muscular than you. He likes that he could pick you up easily.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Before, it was pretty low, but after he met you, it kind of skyrocketed to above average. It's like he's addicted to you, because in a way he is.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

As soon as you're in his arms Byleth tends to fall asleep faster when you're cuddling him then after you've had sex with him. You give him safety and comfort that no one else could provide.

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bshrdxxl · 1 year ago

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I imagine he got the front row seat.

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the-reader-insert-gazette · 1 month ago

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Someone Who Stayed - F!Reader x M!Byleth

Request Column (Anon) - Fire Emblem Three Houses (Time Skip)

Neither of them talk much. But lately, silence feels different when they’re alone.

✒️ Word Count: 2053 🏷️ Relevant Tags: Subtle emotional development | Expedition | One Horse Troupe

Request Summary: M!Byleth x Reader fic, maybe something riffing off the expedition mechanic in 3hopes?

It started without a real plan—just a glance exchanged across the campfire, a small tilt of Byleth’s head toward the treeline, and [Name] setting her half-eaten ration down without a word.

They never needed to say much. He wasn’t the kind of man to waste language, and she wasn’t the kind to ask for explanations she didn’t need.

By the time she met him at the edge of camp, the sun was slipping below the hills, leaving the sky brushed in warm pinks and the faint gold haze of late evening. He was already mounted, reins loose in one hand, waiting beside a chestnut horse she recognized from the stables—steady gait, tolerates battlefield noise, not the fastest but reliable. Typical Byleth choice.

There were two options: fetch her own or share.

She nodded toward the saddle. “Room for one more?”

His hand lifted in silent offering.

There was no teasing as she swung up behind him, no smug grin or clumsy shuffle. Just the quiet shift of balance, her arms resting lightly at her sides, not quite touching him, but not far either. She didn’t have to hold on.

But when the horse started moving—an easy, swaying gait up the slope—her knee bumped lightly against the back of his thigh, and she let it stay. His posture didn’t change, but she could feel him take in a deeper breath. Whether it was surprise or just habit, she didn’t know.

They rode like that for a while, neither of them speaking, the rhythm of hoofbeats steady beneath them. A bird called out once in the distance, high and clear, and [Name] let her gaze drift upward through the spaces in the trees, catching scattered slivers of sun between the branches.

It wasn’t that different from how they moved on the battlefield—two people in sync, saying little, understanding much. But this time, there was no danger waiting beyond the tree line. No objective. Just space. Just quiet.

Eventually, she leaned forward, voice low near his shoulder. “Is this where you drag your enemies to throw them off cliffs?”

“I don’t bring enemies,” he replied. “Too messy.”

She smirked against the collar of his coat. “And I’m assuming I’m not messy.”

“You’re inconvenient, in other ways.”

That earned a soft laugh. She let her hands rest casually against the curve of his hips then, not gripping, just steadying herself as the horse began the last stretch of the incline. He didn’t react, didn’t shift away. If anything, he seemed to lean into the contact in a imperceptible, unconscious way.

They broke through the last ring of trees, the light opening up around them into a small overlook. The view spread far—rolling hills dyed gold in the low sun, fields beyond that, and even further still, the blue-gray shimmer of a river winding toward the horizon.

Byleth brought the horse to a slow halt. For a moment, neither of them moved.

Then [Name] slid down first, landing lightly on the grass, brushing her hands on her thighs out of habit more than anything. She turned back toward him and shielded her eyes with her hand, watching as he dismounted in one smooth motion, his coat catching briefly in the wind before settling back around his frame.

“You’ve been here before,” she said.

He nodded. “Once. Thought you might like it.”

She tilted her head, considering that. “You don’t strike me as someone who thinks about what other people might like.”

“I don’t,” he said simply. “Unless I want to.”

Her stomach gave the faintest twist. She didn’t say anything. Just stepped toward the ridge and sat, knees drawn up, elbows propped against them.

Byleth sat beside her a beat later, close enough that their shoulders almost brushed. He didn’t offer the flask. Didn’t pull out rations. Just sat, eyes on the same horizon.

“Do you ever miss it?” she asked, after the silence had stretched long enough to feel solid. “The way things were before all this? When we were just moving from job to job. When there weren’t sides to pick or names to fight for.”

He was quiet for a long time.

Then, “I didn’t think about it then. I don’t think about it much now.”

“Of course you don’t,” she muttered.

“But…” he added, and something in his voice turned thoughtful, “I think about the people. Who was with me. Who stayed.”

That wasn’t nothing.

She glanced sideways at him. The last of the sun caught in his hair, casting a green glow along the tips. His expression hadn’t changed, but she could see it—some slight softening around the eyes, a shift in the set of his jaw.

“Do I count as someone who stayed?”

“You’re here, aren’t you?”

His tone was even, but the weight behind it wasn’t lost on her. It wasn’t an answer meant to be clever.

[Name] didn’t respond right away. Her gaze lingered on the horizon, as she wondered how long he’d been thinking that. If he had. Or if it had only just occurred to him, right there with her knee brushing his, their shoulders pressed together as if gravity had quietly decided for them.

She didn’t move away. Didn’t tease or deflect. She just let it sit between them—this new truth, quiet and warm, like coals banked under ash.

“Fair enough,” she said at last, her voice softer than she meant it to be. “I guess I am.”

Byleth didn’t speak, but she felt the way his body shifted beside hers, just slightly, like he’d been holding a breath and finally let it out. It made something ease in her too. She didn’t realize how tightly she’d been gripping her own questions until they started to unravel between them, quietly, without confrontation.

The horse let out a soft huff behind them, a reminder of the world still waiting, but neither of them moved to leave. Not yet.

She tilted her head toward him, eyes catching the green flicker in his. “You brought me up here for a reason.”

“I did.”

“That a yes, or just your usual vague mystique?”

He blinked once. “Yes.”

She laughed—not sharp or teasing, but surprised.

“Why are you laughing? I’m not hiding anything.”

“No,” she said, after a pause. “I don’t think you are.”

And that was almost more unsettling than if he had been hiding something. It meant there was intention here, however quiet. However unspoken.

They sat like that until the sun was almost gone, shadows pulling longer across the grass, the first stars beginning to appear overhead in a sky that still held onto a little pink, a little gold, like it hadn’t decided yet how dark it wanted to get.

Byleth stood first, brushing his hand against his leg. He didn’t offer her help up, didn’t extend his hand like some kind of performance. Just waited, watching her in that steady way of his.

[Name] rose without a word, stepping back toward the horse. She reached for the reins, then paused.

“Can I ride in front this time?”

Byleth looked at her. No confusion, no hesitation. Just that usual unreadable stillness of his, the kind that made her wonder what thoughts were moving behind those green-glass eyes. Then, with a single quiet nod, he stepped aside.

“Of course.”

She didn’t know why she expected him to argue. Maybe it was instinct, that old, unspoken rule about him always being the one to lead—whether on the battlefield or on the back of a horse. But the reins passed easily into her hands, the leather warm from his grip, and that was that. No push. No questions.

[Name] climbed into the saddle and settled into position, adjusting slightly to make room. The horse shifted beneath her with a soft exhale, patient. Familiar.

Byleth mounted behind her a moment later, and she felt it—the gentle dip of the animal, the way the saddle shifted with his weight, the solid warmth of him pressed close.

There wasn’t room to pretend otherwise now. Not like before. His legs bracketed hers, knees brushing, his chest a steady presence against her back. His hands didn’t hover awkwardly—they found the edge of the saddle, light and deliberate, not holding her, but there.

“Comfortable?” she asked, turning her head just enough to catch a glimpse of him in her periphery.

There was a pause. Just long enough to make her wonder if he was debating the answer.

“Yes,” he said finally.

Just that. No inflection. But she didn’t need any. The way he sat behind her, steady and unshifting, spoke more than he ever would out loud.

She huffed softly, not a laugh but something close, and clicked her tongue to get the horse moving again. It obeyed without protest, settling into a smooth pace that rocked them gently down the slope.

The evening was mellow—quiet in that fading light sort of way, where everything turned soft at the edges. The leaves overhead were catching the last warm glint of gold, and the sky beyond them was starting to gather its stars.

She could feel the way his body moved behind hers, not rigid, but sure—his weight balanced, presence grounding. His knees nudged against the back of her thighs, his torso brushing hers every so often with the horse’s rhythm. He didn’t lean in. Didn’t press or grip or give her any reason to think this was something more.

But he also didn’t shift away.

[Name] adjusted her hands on the reins and stared straight ahead, jaw set but not tense. “You know,” she said after a while, “you could’ve ridden up front again.”

“I know.”

She felt the answer in her spine before it reached her ears—low, direct, warm.

She didn’t ask why he hadn’t. Not because she didn’t want to know, but because she already did.

Something in the quiet between them had changed.

And they both knew it.

[Name] let the reins loosen just a little, guiding the horse off the usual trail, cutting through a part of the woods that sloped gently back toward the lower path into camp.

“I think,” she said, voice quieter now, “you’re a lot more comfortable with people than you pretend to be.”

He didn’t answer immediately, and for a second, she thought maybe she’d misread him. But then—

“Maybe,” he said. “Just not with most.”

She let that sit. Not with most. But at the very least, with her.

The horse shifted slightly, and Byleth’s hand brushed against hers on the reins. It wasn’t intentional. Just a moment—there and gone. But she didn’t pull away, and neither did he.

For the first time, she let herself lean back slightly—just enough to press her shoulder into his chest, light but deliberate.

And still, he didn’t move.

The moment stretched, but not in a way that begged to be broken. It simply existed, like something waiting to be remembered later, when they were back in the noise and motion of camp, surrounded by eyes that didn’t understand how much could be said in silence.

[Name] tilted her head, not quite looking at him, but close. “You trust me?”

“Yes.”

Simple. Steady. Certain.

And gods, did it settle somewhere deep inside her chest like a steady beat she hadn’t realized she’d been marching to all this time.

The path opened again, widening into the familiar slope back toward the tents and campfires beginning to bloom in the distance. She guided the horse back into line, their surroundings slowly filling with the sounds of camp life—clanging pots, distant laughter, the usual shuffle of soldiers winding down from the day.

She didn’t say anything else.

Didn’t have to.

Because when Byleth dismounted first and turned back to offer his hand—not out of necessity, not because she needed help, but just because—she took it.

Because she wanted to.

And when her boots hit the ground and she stood there, close enough to feel the warmth of him linger, she didn’t step back.

She held his gaze for a breath too long.

And he let her.

No one said a word as they led the horse to the stables, side by side, the sun long gone behind them. But when he looked at her one last time before disappearing into the dusk, there was something in his eyes that hadn’t been there before.

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audreyscribes · 2 months ago

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FE3H X READER ONE-SHOT FIC: “His name is Ferdinand Von Aegir!”

"You have always had difficulty in remembering people's names to their faces. Raised in your humble hometown, it was no secret among the people about your shortcomings but when you're chosen by your local noble to accompany them to Gareeg Mach, you find yourself constantly tested with your shortcomings. Especially when you feel the ghost of a blade against your neck should you stumble among

However, there is one noble that makes it easier."

a/n: This was supposed to be short. A short story of Ferdinand Von Aegir. It just…happened and now it’s 9 pages long. First Fe3H story that hit me so here we go! ◆ Reader and Byleth are not specified with a specific gender or sex. Will be referred to with they/them. ◆ Involves a bit of pre-war and post-war content which contain minor spoilers ◆ Ambiguous ending that can be interpreted as platonic(-queer) or romantic. ◆ Reader struggles with name memory recall (unable to remember names of people) ◆ {Ao3 Link}

For as long as you could remember, you have always struggled to remember names. It wasn’t to the point that you couldn’t remember your family or your loved one’s names, and with enough time and practice, you could remember their name to their faces. However, outside of that, you struggled.

Back in your hometown and village, it was easy enough. You remembered your friends well enough, and the rest of the villagers were very aware of your shortcomings and didn’t hold it against you. It certainly did help that practically everyone knew everyone, and had either seen you grow up from a baby or you grew up with them.

However, you never expected your plight to be your constant bane of existence at Gareeg Mach Monastery and the Officer’s Academy. It was a lifetime of an opportunity for you and many of the commoners in your hometown. Sure you were attending the academy as a commoner because you were mainly there to accompany (read: serve) one of the nobles of your hometown, but you were expected to attend the classes for the betterment of the nobles of your land.

It was easy enough at first because you employed your greatest and safest tactic. Most nobility had particular alterations to their uniforms to differentiate themselves from the common people, so you only had to refer to them as either “my lord or milady” and get away with “ma’am, sir, your excellency," and etc. And with how often they said their last name, you go with that.

But as you got closer with your classmates and the adjacent houses, you were starting to be weighed down by the stress of remembering their full names.

The leaders were easy enough.

Claude was enough to remember how often the Golden Deers and others called out his name for various reasons. Edelgard was easy because Hubert kept referring to her and anyone as “Lady Edelgard” and she would chide her aide by calling his name in reproach, before repeating their names. Dimitri was easy because whenever you referred to him as “his highness” like many others had done, much similar to Edelgard, Dimitri insisted on calling him “Dimitri”.

Everyone else…? You were struggling still and you could feel yourself tripping up a few times.

But there was one student that had absolutely no trouble remembering their full name and it was as easy as breathing.

And that was Ferdinand Von Aegir.

The nobleman often recited his name as much as it was the goddess mantra, and it just stuck. You didn’t have to struggle hard to remember his name and he didn’t seem to hesitate to re-introduce himself.

It also helped that he was a great person by all accounts. The first few times you’ve accompanied your land’s noble child as on their attempts to get close to the Aegir noble, he introduced himself proudly and always seemed to approach everyone with the same level of respect.

It only increased when you brewed a personal blend of tea that your noble employer enjoyed for both them and Ferdinand at afternoon tea, and the Adrestian Noblel was greatly interested in your brewing skills.

You even dared say you two were friends as he enlightened you that a nobility wouldn’t think to tell a commoner (you would know, you served under a noble) and you showed him the life of a commoner; bonding in a way that you and Ferdinand shared. You enjoyed the times when you shared tea time with each other and contemplated the difference between high tea and afternoon tea, how people kept mistaking high tea for proper eloquent afternoon tea; while wannabe individuals mistaken afternoon tea was being mistaken as commoner tea time (you tried not to outright oust your own noble at who demanded why was not it not high tea because only nobles could enjoy the height of tea time).

As time passed and you two became closer, the two of you working together to improve on your weaknesses and flaws to be better, Ferdinand spoke something over tea one day.

“You are not a noble, but I daresay you would do well as one.”

You tried not to blush at the compliment as you sipped your tea to avoid sputtering something ridiculous. You did not miss his eyes turning warm and gentle over the rim of his cup.

So it hurted your heart when Edelegard and her empire declare war on the Church of Seiros and those affiliated. You still remembered Ferdinand protecting you and commanding the soldiers of the Adrestian Army to stand down. You were only given a brief moment of time for Ferdinand to wish you well, asking you to stay out of the war, before he left.

Unfortunately, you only were pulled into the war when Edelegard’s war reached your hometown, forcing you to defend you and your loved ones. You only thanked the training you got from Professor Byleth with the Blue Lions that you were able to take charge and fight back. It didn’t help that the noble family in charge of your land had rebellion within, and siding with the Adrestian Army.

Joining the rest of the Blue Lions right around the Millenium festival and while you were glad the professor was back, you were faced with your lack of ability to recall names once again. You still managed somehow, even when the Professor put you in charge of a Battalion but by the goddess, but you would not like the responsibility please and thank you.

You thought you could get through the war without your secret coming out, but it all came to a head at the Great Bridge of Myrddin. You were chasing after Aecheron with a couple soldiers as he was both running away while also being a persistent annoyance as he commanded his soldiers to cover his back, casting reasoning spells from the safety of knights.

“Halt!” you heard and your brain froze at the familiar voice. You froze too long but moved just in time to see a spear making its way to you and you dodged it. Your heart hammered against your chest and froze as you looked up to see the man you had thought for so many years. Your eyes locked with this as he seemed to rear back in shock.

His name tumbled out of his noble mouth and stuttered unike a noble should be. “W-Why are you here?”

“I joined the Kingdom of Faerghus, Ferdinand…it was the only choice” you explained as you prepared your weapon.

“Faerghus…? Why would you go against the Empire?”

“I didn’t have a choice Ferdinand” you tried to say levelly, but your voice shook. “The noble house of my land had a rebellion. They were going to execute anyone who was in the service of the previous head-”

“You mean-? They could’ve not- I told them not to-” he started as he realized. You were in the service of your noble back at the academy and that meant you were to be executed to clean up loose ends.

“Is that the Empire you choose to serve Ferdinand? One that chooses to dispose of others just based on correlation?”

“I- No! Of course not!” he said.

“Then please step aside Ferdinand. We just want to take back the Great Bridge so the Alliance doesn’t have to bow to the Adrestian Empire with an Axe above their necks” you said.

“I…I cannot choose. I have a duty.”

“But not their noble duty” you forced out.

Ferdinand stared at you for a moment longer, and just as he was about to lower his spear-

A blast of magic just hit Ferdinand’s horse, who fidgety bucked off Ferdinand and ran, but the force of the magic hit it against the wall. Ferdinand was tumbling and there was smoke as you yelled his name.

You coughed at the dust, and waved away the smoke, just to see the slippery bastard from before as he had his wand ready, poised over Ferdinand.

“The Prime minister’s son faltering to a commoner? What a fool!” he chortled as Ferdinand was holding his dominant arm that did not look well. “Perhaps her majesty the Emperor will be delighted to hear that I disposed her prime minister is conferring with the enemy. What a sad example of a noble!”

“No Ferdie!” yelled someone somewhere in the distance and noise.

Ferdinand had downcast eyes and rage consumed you. You readied your weapon and your hand blazed with magic. You rushed forward, the Levin sword in your hand crackling with power that shot down thunder between Ferdinand and Acheron, who yelped.

You slid between them and kicked Acheron in the chest, who stumbled with a squeal. He looked up at first disgruntled before in terror, who let out whimpers, scooching backwards pitifully, hand raised to use thunder.

You stood between him and Ferdinand. He watched as you raised your weapon above your head, as it was ready to bring down at Acheron. With the sun breaking through the cloudy sky as it shone behind your visage, his breath hitched as it looked like you were bringing holy judgement.

“You are not only a fool, but a blind one if you cannot see who he is! He is Ferdinand Von Aegir, the Noblest man of Fodlan!!” You roared, throwing all of your energy into the swing, your power in magic reinforced with your anger overtaking Acheron’s thunder.

Thunder boomed, cracking and shaking the ground, darkening everything for a moment. You stared above the crater that laid Acheron’s body and everyone was staring at you with wide eyes. Everything seemed to pause before the Professor spoke.

“Lorenz, Ferdinand. It would be best if you joined us” they said as Lorenz sputtered in surprise before agreeing to join. This caused confusion and conflict as the battle continued-

You turned to Ferdinand, and remembered he was injured.

Ferdinand stared up at you, taking in the form of your back as you held your sword and posture, keeping anyone who dared to look at you two wrong. The wind was blowing through your hair, the light shining behind your eyes as you stood gallantly. He felt his face heat up and didn’t protest as the Blue Lions rescued him. He could only watch you fight with valor and intensity as Mercedes and Flayn helped heal him.

The battle had won for Faerghus taking back control of the Great Bridge. Everyone was excited and cheering over their victory. It was only fueled with the revival and re-appearance of Dedue, as well as Lorenz and Ferdinand joining their ranks.

“How are you holding up Ferdinand” you asked him whilst turning to you. Now that the adrenaline and stress was dying down, you finally got a good look at Ferdinand. His orange hair was now long tresses and while he seemed to present himself as collected, you noticed the slight bangs under his eyes, his hands fiddling the edge of his glove while it also twirled and tugged at his long tresses as a habit of nervousness.

Although Ferdinand presented himself as a noble that was still open, he still guarded himself of his tells that he was nervous or stressed because there were nobles who would nitpick and tear the seams apart.

Ferdinand yelped out your name, clearly off guard. “Oh! I didn’t hear you approach!” his voice high, before he cleared his throat to get it back under control. “My arm is much better. Mercedes and Flayn were excellent so it should be no problem…though they did advise me to take it easy for a while.”

You hummed in acknowledgement but gestured to him, “And mentally? How’ve you been holding up?”

Ferdinand startled at the question as he felt himself tumbling over his words. Not much like a promising successor to being the Prime Minister of the Adrestian Empire- well, former successor. “I…what, what you could you ever mean my friend?”

You looked down where he was sitting, right on the cold stone pavement, staining his pants. Even if they were in battle for missions, even when they were all dirty from fighting bandits, Ferdinand would always find a place to sit then sit on the ground. Something being unbefitting to sit on the dirt as a noble.

“Can I sit?” you asked as Ferdinand blinked.

“Of course!”

You nodded as you sat beside him. Not too close but close enough your shoulders could lean against the other. You sat together in silence for a moment, watching your other comrades and friends mingling together in the near distance. Some were checking on the other, some where handling the post battle logistics, and some were going here and there.

“You grew out your hair” you noted out loud.

Ferdinand jolted and cleared his throat, preventing another shaky voice. “Ah yes. It’s not because of vanity sake. To tell the truth, I never got to cutting it due to the stress and time dedicating my every waking moment to the war that Edelgard announced.”

Your mind flashed back to when Ferdinand rushed over to stop the Empire soldiers from attacking you when they invaded Garreg Mach all those years ago. His sense of self as a noble and to perform his noble duty still held on to this day. You looked at him as he tugged at the fringes of his hair and with the setting sun, the orange glow seemed to highlight his auburn hair, the long tresses adding to the light.

“Well…long hair or not, I like you regardless.You’re still Ferdinand Von Aegir” you said.

Ferdinand’s head whipped to look at you so fast that you flinched with wide eyes. You stared at his face turned red, as he looked at you with shock and astonishment. “You..You do?”

Before you could reply, you heard a deep intake of a gasp and you both turned to see Dorothea about to squeal in excitement, with the rest of the Blue Lions behind her, watching you two with great variation of interest. Even Dimitri, who was looking at you with the corner of his eye.

Before you could inquire what they were doing, Dorothea started rambling and Ferdinand got to his feet so fast, you were worried his arm was going to pop off, trying to intercept Dorothea.

“Oh my goddess Ferdie! I didn’t know the two of you were dating!”

“Dorothea, please! They only just confessed!” pleaded Ferdinand, trying to stop Dorothea but because of his gentlemen and noble nature, didn’t want to place his hands carelessly on a lady without permission. You didn’t catch what the two had just said, because their voices were overlapping and you were more focused on the others.

Dorothea used this to her advantage as she ducked away from him and went up to you, grasping your hands. “Tell me all the details, since when did you like Ferdie?”

“Uhhh” you said dumbly and you were looking between her and Ferdinand, who was being surrounded by others as well and looking embarrassed but also interested. “I think it started when he introduced himself as Ferdinand Von Aegir.”

Everyone groaned and nodded while Ferdinand looked sheepish. You continued, “I was just a commoner, following the noble family I was serving. Despite my experience with…certain nobles, Ferdinand showed me respect and we started talking, we just…became friends?”

“That’s all? There must be more than that” pouted Dorothea.

“Give me some credit please. I can’t remember people’s names so Ferdinand was the first friend I made without struggling to remember his name! So sue me!” you blurted out in frustration before you realized you revealed your greatest secret. You clasp your hands over your mouth in shock, sweating at the incoming reaction.

“Oh we all know that” said Dorothea.

“Wait what” you fumbled.

“It wasn’t that hard to find out” she said. “You looked so cute trying to remember our names!”

“But- how long? Why haven’t any of you said anything?”

“Well…we figured you didn’t want us to know. Plus, we knew you were trying your best to remember so we knew you didn’t forget our names on purpose. Besides, it was cute when you used nicknames for us- OUCH-” Sylvain chuckle was cut off from a swift jab to the ribs by Ingrid.

“Besides, it was cute seeing Ferdie deliberately repeat his “I am Ferdinand Von Aegir” whenever you were around and seeing your face light up.”

“I-” you looked at Ferdinand who smiled even more sheepishly as he scratched the back of his neck.

“I…must also reveal that I knew as well,” he admitted while you gaped at him like a fish. “You seemed not only relieved, but also excited whenever I said my name and I couldn’t help being excited as well. I never had such a reaction, even as time passed.”

You felt your face heat up with a warm mix of embarrassment, shame, and oddly relief.

“Then you aren’t, weren’t…frustrated with me?”

“No! Of course not! Why would we be?” Ferdinand frantically said.

“Well…back in my hometown, my shortcomings were known since I was born, and while they understood, I would catch whispers of frustration and pity. I thought-”

Ferdinand grasped your hands and you jolted as he called out your full name. “Perish the thought! You are an exemplary person and have shown me nothing but characteristics I consider noble. If anyone ever disapproves of you because of something you can’t control, I, Ferdinand Von Aegir will be there to tell them!”

You stared at him for a moment, as your lips twisted in a horrible attempt to stop smiling. Ferdinand realized he had said his name again, looked sheepish which made you burst out giggling.

“Awwww” cooed “everyone behind you and your face and Ferdinand’s faces flushed red.

Byleth smiled as they realized they should probably get things moving along. But how? Oh-

“It makes a lot of sense now why you keep calling me ‘Professor’. Perhaps others have also forgotten my name and insist on calling me Professor because of it” they point out thoughtfully.

All the Blue Lions turned to them in disbelief as they realized their own blunder before turning to Byleth as they talked over themselves to disprove that wasn’t the case at all Professor! Even Dimitri seemed to be lost for words and seemed to struggle, fighting his current demeanor and there was that peek of the old Dimitri.

You and Ferdinand could only watch in confusion, and over the sea of heads, you saw Byleth wink as you realized. You made an “Oh” and nodded in thanks to them.

Now the heat of eyes weren’t on you anymore, you felt very waned.

Today has been a day.

“[y/n]” called out Ferdinand softly and you turned to him. He had a serious yet soft look in his eyes as he stared at you. “From what I was said before, I greatly cherish the time we first met, and especially as we became friends. I enjoy your presence and accept all of you as you accepted me, even now as you helped rescue me despite joining the Empire, I am forever grateful. Thank you, [y/n].”

As he bowed, you fumbled with your words. “You don’t need to do that Ferdinand. I feel the same way, and even when the war started, I always thought of you and I’m glad I was here to see you again and make sure you were safe.”

Ferdinand beamed at you. “So I am…I don’t know how this war will go but I cannot stand by as a noble and let Edelgard do as she pleases. I see that now. The future may be unsteady but with you my friend, I feel a great deal braver.”

You smiled and you saw Ferdinand blush, his face turning bashful. “And…when this war is over, maybe….we can see if we can be more than friends?”

You widen your eyes at him as you stammer, face growing red again. “Like…as close friends or ?”

“Either which with whatever you are comfortable! I’m not sure myself as well at the moment, but whether as friends or as a lover, I would like you to be by my side and in my life.”

You stared at him for a moment, before you smiled. “I would like that, Ferdinand von Aegir.”

He beamed bright and you swear he looked like a happy puppy. “Truly? I promise to you, as Ferdinand von Aegir, I will always be by your side, as a friend or more.”

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tired-writer-in-progress · 1 year ago

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BYI

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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vilhelios · 1 year ago

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I'VE GOT THE STRANGEST FEELING / THIS ISN'T OUR FIRST TIME AROUND.

rules . . . !

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-; this is a sfw blog! i mainly write x readers of the fluff and angst variety, and i don't write smut because i'm not quite comfortable with writing it yet, so the most we are getting in fics is suggestive content.

-; although i am not easily triggered by many things and can handle a lot of content, if i find something in a request uncomfortable, i will let you know! there are obvious topics that i absolutely will not write for, and i will not write anything that promotes any type of bigotry.

-; the reader is meant to be gender neutral in all of my work (although they might be implied to be fem-aligned depending on the media i am writing for, such as when a fic is based off an otome game). tell me if i accidentally slip up so i can edit it asap!

-; 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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-; 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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kamoshidakun · 8 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 · 5 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 · 5 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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frickingnerd · 3 months ago

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the verge of death

pairing: byleth eisner x gn!reader

summary: byleth takes a burden off your shoulders...

“look away.” byleth warned you, as he drew his sword, pointed at the enemy, before turning towards you. “you don't need to see this.”

“by, you don't have to–”

“no, i'll do it.” byleth reassured you, knowing what you wanted to say. “you'll just get hurt if you do.”

and with a swift motion, byleth's sword cut right through the enemy soldier, just as you managed to close your eyes in time to miss it.

“turn around.” byleth instructed, his hand resting on your shoulder, once you turned around and opened your eyes again.

“i've dealt with them, so don't worry about it anymore, alright?” byleth whispered, his voice soft, as he wrapped his arm around you.

you were too fragile to be burdened with taking another person's life. byleth couldn't let you live with the guilt of killing someone, so he vowed to do it for you, no matter how many times it needed to be done.

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bnhxx · 5 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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r0-boat · 9 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.

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"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 · 1 year ago

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

#fe3h #fire emblem three houses #byleth eisner #claude von riegan #claude x byleth #golden deer #byleth x claude #claude fe3h #claude von riegan x reader

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the-reader-insert-gazette · 3 months ago

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Quiet Promises - F!Reader x M!Byleth

Featured Column - Fire Emblem Three Houses (Time Skip)

When misunderstandings threaten their silent bond, only the truth can mend what’s broken.

✒️ Word Count: 1010 🏷️ Relevant Tags: Hurt/Comfort | Mutual Pining | Misunderstandings | Soft Angst

The battle had ended, but the aftermath still clung to the air—thick, heavy, suffocating.

[Name] sat at the edge of the camp, arms wrapped around her knees, staring into the dying embers of the fire. The others were celebrating their narrow victory, voices rising and falling in bursts of laughter and relief. She should have been with them. She should have been at his side.

But instead, she was here. Alone.

Because Byleth had pushed her away.

Not physically—no, he would never do that, but in a way, that felt worse. He had shut down, withdrawn into that unreadable silence of his, and no matter how many times she had tried to reach him, he had given her nothing.

It had started earlier that day, when the battle took an unexpected turn, and she had thrown herself into danger without thinking. A reckless move, maybe. But she had survived. They both had.

So why was he acting like she had done something unforgivable?

Footsteps approached, his footsteps, steady and deliberate.

She didn’t turn.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of the wind through the trees, the distant hum of voices in the camp. Then, without a word, Byleth sat down beside her.

They stayed in silence, unmoving, the space between them filled with something neither of them knew what to name.

[Name] sighed, her voice quieter than usual. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong, or are we just going to sit here pretending everything’s fine?”

Byleth exhaled, slow and measured. “You scared me.”

The admission was so soft she almost didn’t hear it.

She turned her head, finally looking at him. He was staring at the fire, his expression as unreadable as ever—but there was something in his eyes. Something unsettled.

[Name] swallowed. “I scare you all the time. You’re used to it.”

“Not like that.”

[Name] frowned, squeezing his hand just slightly. "Then tell me what was different about this time."

Byleth didn’t answer right away. He never did,not because he didn’t want to, but because he was always searching for the right words, weighing them, making sure they meant exactly what he intended. She used to find it frustrating. Now, she almost appreciated it.

Finally, after a long breath, he murmured, "I thought I was too late."

Her stomach tightened.

Too late.

She had heard those words before, whispered over fallen comrades, muttered in frustration after plans had gone wrong, spoken like a prayer over the wounded.

But never from him.

"You weren't," she said softly.

"You don’t know that," Byleth countered. His voice was quiet, but there was a sharp edge beneath it. "You could have died, [Name]. I saw the way that blade nearly—"

He cut himself off, exhaling sharply, like just remembering it was too much.

[Name] looked away, guilt creeping in despite herself. She had never wanted to be careless, never wanted to make him feel like she didn’t value her own life. "I wasn’t trying to be reckless."

"I know," he admitted.

She turned back to him, studying his face. The fire cast long shadows along his features, making his expression harder to read, but she didn’t need to see it to know.

She reached up with her free hand, fingers brushing lightly against his jaw, tilting his face toward her. "Then what’s really bothering you?"

Byleth met her gaze, and for a moment, he was completely still.

Then, just barely above a whisper, he said, "I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you."

Her breath caught.

For all the years she had known him, for all the silences and stolen moments and unspoken things that had settled between them, she had never heard him say anything like that before.

Not in words.

Not out loud.

[Name]’s throat tightened, but she forced a smirk. "You’d figure it out," she teased, voice softer than usual. "You always do."

Byleth shook his head. "Not this."

The words hit deeper than she expected.

She swallowed, her usual bravado faltering. "You’re really bad at this whole ‘keeping your emotions to yourself’ thing, you know that?"

Something flickered in his expression—something small, something almost amused. "You always said I should be more open."

"I didn’t think you’d listen."

Byleth squeezed her hand, grounding her. "I always listen to you."

Damn him. Damn him and his honesty.

She could feel the weight of the moment pressing in on her, heavy and undeniable. There was no running from this, no laughing it off, no changing the subject.

Because he was right.

She had come too close. And even though they had both survived, the thought of losing each other had become real in a way neither of them had been prepared for.

[Name] sighed, tilting her head until it lightly bumped against his shoulder. "I’ll be more careful," she murmured.

Byleth exhaled, his posture relaxing just slightly. "Good."

She hesitated before adding, "But you have to promise me something, too."

He turned his head slightly. "What?"

"That you’ll stop acting like this is just my fight. Like your life isn’t worth just as much as mine."

Byleth was silent.

[Name] lifted her head, catching his gaze, not letting him look away. "I mean it. You’re not the only one afraid of losing something here."

For the first time, he looked caught off guard. His lips parted slightly, his expression unreadable in a way she wasn’t used to seeing.

Then—slowly, but deliberately, he nodded. "Alright."

It wasn’t a grand confession, wasn’t some sweeping declaration of love or devotion. But it was enough.

Because with them, it always had been.

[Name] sighed, shifting slightly to lean against him again, his warmth chasing away the lingering chill of the night. "Good. Then we’ll both stop scaring each other to death and get through this war in one piece."

Byleth let out a quiet chuckle—so quiet she almost missed it. "Is that an order?"

"Yes," she said, smirking as she closed her eyes. "And you always listen to me, right?"

His fingers tightened around hers.

"Always."

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