#ch: byleth eisner

[strawberrychevalier]

byleth is pretty and i like her

[sorrowmarked]

THEY’RE CREEPY AND THEY’RE KOOKY. || accepting

“i want to assure you i remain as cold and heartless as the first day we met.” -- @heartwilled (claude & byleth)

Byleth looked over at him, both eyebrows raised. “Oh I never thought you were cold or heartless,” she said, rolling up the map they were looking over. “Truthfully, I never even felt you were particularly good at hiding that you didn’t care about others.” She told him. “People who want to change an unjust system, so rarely are cold and heartless. If anything they care too much. Care so much about it, that they can’t sit there and do nothing while an unjust system harms people. People they know, people they don’t. And from the start you were never particularly good at hiding that you didn’t like the way the system worked. Hiding your comments as jokes might have been enough to fool others, people who wanted to be fooled, people who didn’t want to have to think about what you said,” she tied the map off. “But not me. I continue to think your hear too big Claude, so I suppose it is a relief to know I am and have always been right.” 

[bayalexison]

[FE3H Fic] The Azure Queen, Ch 5

Snow Queen AU for Dimileth Trick or Treat. After their father was murdered, twins Byleth and Reus Eisner travel around Fodlan to investigate. During their search, they got ambushed by two demons and kidnap Reus.

Several years ago Prince Dimitri was sentenced to death, but that was a lie to the public. Instead he's a demon working for Cornelia until he reunites with Byleth. He joins with her group and they go rescue Reus together.

In this chapter, Byleth and her group made it to Fhirdiad and confront Cornelia. While there, they learn what her plans for Byleth and Reus are.

Excerpt: They eventually stopped and Dimitri gestured to the cell in front of them. Byleth's chest tightened as there was no one there. She glanced over her shoulder to see Balthus and Hapi's confused expressions as Dimitri's face stiffened.

"The cell is empty!" Balthus glared at Dimitri. "Are you sure this is the right cell, pal?"

"I am certain," Dimitri said with an unwavering voice.

"Are we too late, then?" Byleth asked.

"Sometimes the guards take Reus to another room for experiments. I have an idea which one. We should--"

"Halt, who goes there?"

You can read Chapter Five over at AO3!

[lilyway]

Heart of the Sea (Dimitri x F!Byleth) CH 2

Warnings: None.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

Chapter 2: Consequences 

As Byleth returned to her Grandmother's home, a sense of unease settled over the ocean. The waters churned darkly, the fish fleeing in fear of her Grandmother's wrath. Byleth could sense her deep hurt and sorrow, her Grandmother’s tears dissolving into its depths.

She already knew how this would all play out. 

How the echoes of her Grandmother's screams and the names of the lost ones reverberated through the water, casting a somber shadow over the ocean. 

Byleth would witness the disappointment in her Uncle Cichol's eyes, while Cethleann watched with concern. 

Macuil remained indifferent, unwilling to lend a hand until the storm of emotions subsided. Indech attempted to mediate, but Byleth would just stand there, absorbing their pain, wishing she could feel it with a beating heart.  If she could just take their pain and feel it for herself — maybe, she would have understood their grief. 

However, there was new warmth in her unbeating chest. 

The sensation of the boy's lips on hers lingered,  how her blood chained him to life. How that new lease on life healed the boy's wounds, leaving him to deal with the mental scars. It was an unfamiliar yet exhilarating feeling, heroism wasn’t something she ever had in mind. It wasn’t in her regular deeds, but she couldn't help herself, it was an exciting feeling rebelling against her Grandmother. 

She saved a life. She helped someone. Byleth managed to be like her mother ever so slightly. 

As she pondered her actions, uncertainty gnawed at her thoughts, guilt mingling in as a cruel reminder. Her internal doubt as she remembered their history was going to consume her alive. Humans are cruel and it’s in their nature to be cruel. But, some humans were capable of good. 

Byleth wondered if the boy would’ve shown her the same kindness? If he would’ve saved her and shown her that humanity could be kind. Her faith said they could have been kind. 

Perhaps if she was human, they would have helped her. Maybe, he would have leaped at the chance to help her and he would have risked his life to save hers. 

He might if she looked like them. She wondered if that boy would’ve saved her if she didn’t have her tail. She couldn’t shapeshift like her relatives yet and that left her confined to the depths of the oceans.

Would looking like them really be the difference that mattered? 

 Her Grandmother told her stories of how humans would hunt whoever was different from them. Stories of how humans hunted their kind and slaughtered them without a drop of mercy. 

There was one human her Grandmother didn’t mind. Her father, Jeralt Eisner, a human who was once a knight under her service. He was gentle and always made an effort to protect people. Maybe, he could help her understand her internal storm. Trying to avoid the disaster brewing at home, she turns back around and makes her way to her father’s manor. 

Byleth turned back around, determined to make her way to her father's manor. As she swam through the waters, avoiding the chaos of fleeing fish whose fins slapped her face, Byleth chose to swim near the surface. The decision aimed to make her journey a bit safer, despite the dangers above. 

“Byleth.” But her path was intercepted by a familiar voice calling her name—her uncle Indech. “Where do you think you’re going?” His inquiry pierced through the tumult of her thoughts, prompting her to pause and consider her next move. With a deep breath, Byleth met his gaze, her resolve unwavering as she prepared to face the challenges that lay ahead.

"I'm going to see Father," she replied, her voice steady despite the uncertainty that clouded her mind. "I need his guidance." 

The gentle tone of his voice belied the undercurrent of anger that simmered beneath the surface. "Guidance? Are your actions so foreign to you that you cannot comprehend the damage you've wrought?"

Byleth wished she could have displayed some sort of emotion. "They are," she admitted, her tone devoid of emotion. “The humans today were children, Uncle. They seemed no older than me. Would Grandmother have let me drown if I were born like my father?" Byleth’s voice never changed and made her seem ever so detached. 

"Kiddo, I didn't mean it like that," her uncle insisted, quickly realizing his mistake. Despite her appearance, she was still human, born of both land and sea. They all had the terrible habit of forgetting that fact and never treated her heritage with respect. 

Byleth glanced down at her tail as she hesitated to speak. “Did I do something so horrible to hurt Grandmother? I just wanted to help.”

 

Indech's heart ached at her words, knowing all too well the pain and betrayal her actions had inflicted upon their family. He struggled to find the right words, torn between his loyalty to Seiros and his love for his niece. His niece hurt Seiros in a manner that walked a fine line between betrayal and foolishness. 

His sister was always so kind and had never been able to forget the massacre in their home of Zanado. He couldn’t either, but he was able to leave it in his past. Indech had to for the sake of his surviving family and the niece he was trying to protect. Seiros, his sweet older sister, might one day realize that if they want to raise Byleth properly. They must do so without hatred for her father’s people and Byleth would be able to get rid of her guilt. 

It wasn’t the child’s fault for being born half-human and she shouldn’t have felt guilty for being born either. Having to see Sieros’s pained eyes every morning as she swam around their palace. No child should feel like they don’t belong in their own home, nor a stranger to their family. 

"You didn't do anything wrong," Indech reassured her, his voice gentle yet firm. "Seiros would have done the same thing for you. You're a beloved member of our family, Byleth."

Her response was a simple "Okay," but it carried with it a weight of understanding and guilt as she thought of her Grandmother. She was glad she saved them, but she never wanted to hurt anyone in the process. 

“Let’s go back home, kiddo.” 

With a soft smile, Indech stepped back, his form shifting into that of a dragon. As Indech's dragon form gracefully glided through the depths of the ocean, Byleth clung to him tightly, her heart filled with a mix of emotions. There was a sense of security in her uncle's presence, a reassurance that no matter the challenges they faced, they would always stand united as a family. That he would be the glue that kept them all together. Byleth would always be forever grateful for his presence in her life. 

Indech’s deep voice surprised her as she stared down at her uncle. "Kiddo, I'll always protect you and our family. May you never have to suffer," Indech's silent vow to her made her heart ache. His words echoed in the depths of Byleth's mind, she wondered if his care came from a sense of duty. 

Their journey back home was uneventful, the peaceful serenity of the ocean enveloping them as they traversed the familiar currents. The fish darted away from Indech's imposing form, a silent acknowledgment of the respect they held for their king. Every living being in the ocean would make way for her Uncle Indech. His kindness and love are shown with every new variety of fish and piece of coral. 

Byleth could see her home now. Castle Nabatea with her bright lights illuminating the underwater abyss. 

Bright lights of their underwater palace came into view, and Byleth couldn’t help but imagine how the palace once was. It still held its grandeur, its shimmering blue walls and intricately adorned coral. It was too large for seven, clearly made to home plenty more than just her family. She imagined a Palace bustling with life and activity, which now seemed to echo with the whispers of bygone days.

There was history in every inch of their home and remnants of the people who would’ve called it home. Rooms that were frozen in time waiting for their owners to return. Aquatic plant life that her family continued to take care of. How her Grandmother would sit outside and just lose herself in the past. 

Once a vibrant realm teeming with life and prosperity, now lay as a shadow of its former glory. Yet, amidst the ruins of Nabatea, the rulers of the kingdom stood firm, preserving their culture and history. Destined to be forgotten down to what they used to be called. Now calling them merfolk or sirens, they did have a proper name once. Her grandmother called them Nabataeans. 

Now, there were only six Nabataeans left. If she included her father, there were seven. Just how many Nabataeans were there once upon a time? Maybe, she could ask her Grandmother when her wraith died down. 

Byleth's gaze shifted to her grandmother, a figure of both strength and wisdom, who stood resolute outside the palace gates. Her presence commanded respect, her light green hair flowing like seaweed in the currents, her eyes reflecting the depths of the ocean itself. She was the definition of the ocean, calm and gentle. But, able to be a tsunami of emotion with the destructive force of one too. 

Beside her stood Uncle Cichol, his dark emerald locks framing his serious expression,  ever the silent sentinel.  And there was Cethleann, her gentle demeanor a soothing balm amidst the turmoil her emerald eyes filled with compassion and understanding.

Macuil's displeasure was palpable as his long seaweed-green hair cascaded over his shoulders, obscuring his face in a veil of tangled strands. As Byleth approached, his light green eyes seemed glossed over with an internal rage. He was soft with his family, but with humans, he was a true monster.

As Byleth dismounted from Indech's back, he reverted to his Nabataean form, his long braid resting against his back. Byleth approached her family, feeling the weight of their collective concern, displeasure, hate, and fear bearing down upon her. Their emotions were a tumultuous sea, swirling around her in a tempest of conflicting sentiments, leaving her feeling adrift and vulnerable.

As she stood before her family, Seiros, their matriarch, moved forward, her expression stern and disapproving. Indech attempted to intercede, but Seiros silenced him with a gesture. 

"Byleth," Seiros's voice cut through the tense atmosphere like a blade, laden with disappointment and reproach. "Do you know what you've done?"

Byleth's fists clenched at her sides, her gaze dropping under the weight of Seiros's harsh scrutiny. Slowly, she nodded, her admission hanging heavy in the air. "I disobeyed you and helped humans," She confessed, her voice not showing her remorse.

Seiros's frustration boiled over, her voice rising in anger. "They could've been armed! They could've killed you!" In an attempt to calm down she began rubbing her temples.

Byleth recoiled at the intensity of Seiros's rebuke, her heart sinking with the weight of her grandmother's disappointment. Yet, a flicker of defiance ignited within her as she dared to challenge Seiros's assertions.

"But, they weren't armed. The humans today were just kids like me,"  Byleth tried to reason. 

"Unarmed?" Seiros muttered incredulously, her voice dripping with bitterness. "Little pearl, humans are never unarmed!"

“We’re always armed too, Grandmother. We have ancient magic that killed thousands,” Perhaps it wasn't the wisest choice of words, for Seiros was already on the brink of anger, and the lights flickered in response to the tension.

"Byleth!" Cichol's voice boomed, a desperate plea for calm amidst the storm of emotions raging within the underwater palace. But Byleth stood her ground, her gaze unwavering as she met her grandmother's fiery glare.

Seiros, unable to contain her rage, grabbed Byleth's arm and forcefully dragged her inside. "Those were necessary deaths. Humans have to pay for the sins of their past. They’re nothing more than monsters who know nothing more than destruction."

Byleth struggled against her Grandmother’s grip as she was dragged towards the direction of her room. Her Grandmother was always so kind and gentle with her. If she could cry, she thought that she would be crying her heart out. 

“I’m human!” Byleth's voice echoed in the corridor, "Am I nothing more than a reminder of those destructive monsters to you?” Her question hung in the air, leaving Seiros to grapple with her words.

Seiros, caught in the whirlwind of her own emotions, halted in her tracks as Byleth's words pierced through the haze of her anger. She loosened her grip around her wrist just long enough for Byleth to free herself. 

Now free from her Grandmother’s grasp, Byleth swam back to her room while rubbing her wrists. Leaving her Uncles to deal with the situation and find a way to smooth things over.  

Seiros ran her fingers through her hair, her features softening with remorse. “You know, I didn’t mean that,” Her voice was heavy with regret, but those words seemed to be more for herself than for her granddaughter. Like, she was saying it out loud for her to believe them. 

Cichol's voice cut through the tension as he swam to his sister’s side. “We know your heart is in the right place,” He began, his voice carrying the assurance of someone who had weathered many storms. “However, we mustn’t forget her heritage.”

“I’ve never once forgotten her heritage,” she retorted sharply, her voice tinged with defensiveness.

Indech, sensing the escalating conflict, interjected cautiously, his words carefully chosen to ease the growing discord. “Yes, of course. However, when it mattered, sister, you did.” 

Cethleann, feeling the tension continuously rising, knew that was her cue to speak to her cousin. “Father, I’ll talk to Byleth.” Cethleann didn’t wait either and was already swimming after her cousin leaving the adults to speak amongst themselves. 

As Cethleann departed, her father's voice followed her, tinged with concern and urgency. “Cethleann? Cethleann!” Cichol's call echoed in the underwater corridors, however, his daughter didn’t return. 

Meanwhile, Macuil, ever perceptive, approached his sister with a blend of empathy and pragmatism. “I hate those humans as much as you. But, Byleth is innocent of the crimes of the past,” He asserted. “If you aren’t careful, Byleth might one day leave and never come back.”

Seiros clenched her fists, her frustration palpable in the tension that hung heavy around them. “You know, Byleth can’t leave. If she did, she wouldn’t have anywhere to go,” She asserted.

Indech, offered a different perspective. “And what if she did? Some humans still believe that we exist and still worship the Sea Goddess,” His gentle tone was a soft reminder of the past. They still had humans who believed in them and hoped that they would one day share their wisdom. While others hoped for their deities to return. 

Cichol, sensing the brewing conflict between his brothers, interjected with a note of caution. “Humans have helped us. However, there’s a reason we’re in hiding,” he reminded them, hoping to steer the conversation away from the brink of confrontation.

Macuil, ever the provocateur, seized upon the opportunity to challenge Indech’s stance. His amusement was evident in the curve of his grin as he sought to puncture holes in his brother’s argument. “Indech, you aren’t defending them,” He taunted, his words laden with skepticism. “Weren’t your own students killed by those same humans you’re defending?”

Indech bristled at the accusation, his patience quickly wearing thin. “Excuse me? I never said I was defending them,” he retorted, his tone laced with frustration.

Macuil persisted, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Yeah, right. It sounded to me like you were sympathizing with them,” He goaded, relishing the opportunity to make his gentle older brother angry. 

Meanwhile, Cichol observed the exchange with a furrowed brow, his voice cutting through the rising tension. "Macuil, Indech, enough!" His tone was firm, commanding attention.

Macuil and Indech ignored their youngest brother and pretended that he wasn’t standing between them. 

Their words hung in the air like a heavy fog, thick with accusation and resentment.

Indech's patience wore thin, his voice tinged with frustration. "Enough, Macuil. You know that's not what I meant."

But Macuil pressed on, his tone laced with defiance. "Seems to me like you're forgetting who we are, brother. Humans have never done anything but bring us pain."

Indech's jaw clenched, his gaze unwavering. "That's not true, and you know it. There are humans out there who understand our struggle, who seek to learn from us and honor our traditions."

Macuil's laughter rang out, sharp and mocking. "And what good has that done us? Tell me, Indech, how many more of our kin need to die before you realize that humans will never change?"

Indech had more than enough of his brother’s hatred. “How many humans must you slaughter until you’re satisfied? Will you not be satisfied until you’ve wiped out every single one of them and turned your blade against your niece?” 

Seiros's voice cut through the tension like a knife, its sharpness echoing down the hallway like a thunderclap. "Enough!"  She shouted, her words reverberating off the walls with commanding force. "What are you three? Children?"

Her piercing gaze swept over Macuil, Indech, and Cichol, her eyes ablaze with a mixture of frustration and disappointment.

“Take some time for yourselves.” 

♣

As Byleth lay against her soft, clam bed, the echoes of her family's discord reverberated through the walls, their voices blending into a cacophony of heated arguments. She couldn't make out their words clearly, but the sharp tones cut through the air, slicing through the tranquility of her sanctuary.

Yet, amidst the chaos outside her door, there was something that gnawed at Byleth's thoughts more than the shouting matches of her family: her grandmother's disappointment. It weighed heavy on her heart, casting a shadow over her already troubled mind.

There was a soft knock on her door before Cethleann peeked her head inside. Cethleann's gentle presence brought a sense of calm to the room. Even if she was the second youngest in the family, she had experienced lifetimes more than she ever did. She entered her room with a smile brightening up her room.

“Hello," she greeted softly, her eyes filled with empathy as she closed the door behind her, shutting out the chaos that echoed through the halls. "Getting away from all that shouting?"

Byleth pushed herself up and Cethleann chose the closest spot to her cousin. "I suppose so? I was going to be sent in here anyways."

Cethleann's expression softened, her features etched with understanding. "Your grandmother only wants what's best for you," 

A heavy sigh escaped Byleth's lips. "But, she hates that I’m part human. You fought in that war, you saw everything the humans did. You have every right to hate me too." Cethleann shook her head and offered up a bright smile. 

The sound of Cethleann's laughter echoed softly in the room. "Oh, Byleth. I could never hate you," Cethleann reassured, her voice tinged with warmth and affection. Yet, beneath her reassuring words, Byleth sensed a hint of sadness, a lingering shadow of the war that had scarred their family for centuries. 

"I remember when you were born, centuries after the war," Cethleann continued, her gaze drifting into the depths of memory. Byleth remained silent, allowing her cousin to speak of a past she never got to experience. “To celebrate your birth as your mother wanted, I made the ocean shine like a rainbow.” 

Cethleann's voice softened as she spoke of Jeralt's bumbling attempts at fatherhood. The joy that had bloomed in their home with the arrival of a new life. "My father had to help him raise you in your first few years and gave him pointers. I have never seen my Father so happy. He was just happy having another father to speak to."

Byleth couldn't help but smile at the image Cethleann painted, the bond between their fathers was one that never seemed to be in question. They were more like brothers to her uncle than Macuil and Indech were. 

“How your father tripped over himself trying to get used to fatherhood. My father had to help him raise you in your first few years and gave him pointers. I have never seen my Father beaming with so much joy. How Jeralt and my father bonded so quickly and soon I was able to hold you.” She knew how her Father wanted to have someone who was able to understand the struggles of being a father. 

"Your Grandmother too," Cethleann continued, her laughter bubbling forth like a spring of joy. "She called him the first decent human she’s ever met. Well, she wouldn’t have let your mother marry him if she didn’t like him."

"Really? Grandmother too?" Byleth asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. She wanted to hear more about the past and glimpse into their lives.

Cethleann's nod was filled with affirmation. "Oh, yes. Your grandmother had her reservations at first, as you might imagine. You should’ve seen them spar, Byleth.” 

“What did he do to win Grandmother over?” Byleth questioned, she desperately wanted to learn how he gained her approval. 

“Your father's unwavering protection of us, even in the face of his very own banishment, won her over in the end. Jeralt is a protector and a guardian to us all." Cethleann spoke as if she was singing his praises.

“My father was a protector? He protected everyone?” Byleth questioned. 

“Yes! He was. Even, Uncle Macuil respects him and calls him a good friend. He will never admit it, but he spends most of his time with him.” 

"And Uncle Macuil?" Byleth inquired, her curiosity shifting toward her uncle. "He spends the most time with Father?"

“That he does. Macuil will always have a drink with Jeralt.” As Seiros's voice echoed into the room, Byleth and Cethleann exchanged a quick glance, their conversation abruptly interrupted by her sudden presence.

"Grandmother," Byleth greeted, her voice was more of a squeak. 

Seiros entered the room with a measured stride, her expression a mix of sternness and something softer beneath the surface. "What are you two gossiping about in here?" She inquired, her gaze flickering between her granddaughter and niece.

Cethleann offered a quick smile, attempting to diffuse any tension lingering in the air. "Oh, just reminiscing about family stories," she replied, her voice light and casual.

Seiros's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of suspicion dancing in their depths. "Family stories," She echoed, her tone betraying none of her thoughts. "Sorry to cut your stories short, but I must speak to Byleth alone.” 

In the wake of Cethleann's departure, the atmosphere in the room thickened with unspoken tension, the silence echoing between Seiros and Byleth like an unbridgeable chasm. Byleth could feel the weight of her grandmother's gaze upon her, the intensity of Seiros's scrutiny. It was as if the walls themselves held their breath, waiting for their next move.

“My pearl,” Seiros began, her tone softer now, carrying a hint of vulnerability that Byleth had rarely witnessed. "I don’t hate your humanity. It’s the part of you that reminds me of your father.”

Byleth's breath caught in her throat, her heart heavy with the weight of her grandmother's confession. It wasn’t what she was expecting. Byleth was expecting more of her shouting, her anger and more of her disappointment. But, not this admission of vulnerability. 

“I never meant to cause you pain, Grandmother,” Byleth whispered, her voice barely audible in the quiet of the room. “I only wanted to help.”

Seiros's expression softened, a flicker of something akin to remorse crossing her features. “I know, my dear,” She replied, “But sometimes, our actions have consequences we cannot foresee. Tell me, what did you do?” 

Byleth hesitated, her thoughts swirling like the restless sea. She grappled with the decision to confide in her grandmother, unsure of how she would react to the truth. Yet, beneath the weight of Seiros's gaze, she felt compelled to tell her. 

“I gave a boy my blood,” Byleth began, her voice barely above a whisper, “He was trapped in the currents, on the brink of death, and... a gem appeared.”

Seiros's eyes widened in astonishment, a gasp escaping her lips. “In the Goddess’s name. Byleth.” 

“I remembered the story of how you saved Father with your blood and thought maybe I could do the same,” Byleth explained, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Seiros's panic surged as she realized the gravity of the situation. “Byleth,” she began, her voice trembling with urgency, “You chained that human boy to you. You gave him something in exchange for keeping him alive.”

A chill swept through Byleth as she absorbed the weight of her grandmother's words. “Oh. That means he’ll just be stronger,” she replied, her voice betraying a hint of resignation. “It’ll be fine, right?”

“This is an urgent situation,” Seiros declared, her tone firm and resolute. “I have to consult your father. We’re leaving now.”

Seiros and Byleth left immediately for Jeralt’s manor, which lay nearby but still hours away. Seiros glanced at her granddaughter, observing her calm demeanor amidst their situation. Despite the gravity of the situation, Byleth appeared remarkably composed, her resolve unwavering as she swam hand in hand with her grandmother through the shifting currents of the ocean depths.

Seiros only hoped that Jeralt could talk some sense into his daughter.

[sorrowmarked-a]

starter for @talesofus ( petra & byleth )

she waited until after the days training had finished to speak with the professor, not unlike five years ago when she had been in their class. she was grateful to be able to continue to learn, she was, even as she had kept up with her training during the five years of the professor’s disappearance. she was grateful but she had some concerns. “professor,” she caught byleth before he could leave. “i wished to talk to you about my training, i know i am having much skill with a sword and bow, and but i do not think i can train for the mortal savant exams. i have no talent for magic.” 

[ordinaryberry]

warmth after 5 years

[valeroyeaux]

so i’ve been seeing a ton of people using this dollmaker by @ummmmandy to make their oc’s so uh here’s maeve byleth “the ashen demon” eisner, whomst has not slept in a full calendar year, is the same age as, like, half her students, and is god now apparently??? wild.

[bayalexison]

[FE3H Fic] The Azure Queen, Ch 4

Snow Queen AU for Dimileth Trick or Treat. After their father was murdered, twins Byleth and Reus Eisner travel around Fodlan to investigate. During their search, they got ambushed by two demons and kidnap Reus.

Several years ago Prince Dimitri was sentenced to death, but that was a lie to the public. Instead he's a demon working for Cornelia until he reunites with Byleth. He joins with her group and they go rescue Reus together.

In this chapter, Byleth and her group takes a rest at an inn. That night she and Dimitri have an intimate moment to themselves.

(Explicit content this chapter!)

Excerpt: They made it to another village, Cethern, and stayed at an inn for the night. Dimitri took the potion a few hours earlier and was still in his human form. It took some time for Byleth to get used to his new look; black hair replaced golden locks and a deep brown eye peered out from where it used to be piercing blue. He still had an eyepatch covering his other eye, but Byleth wasn’t worried he would be recognized that easily. Shortly after being reunited, though, Dimitri had mentioned to her how he lost his sense of taste after the Tragedy of Duscur, and the potion didn’t help him regain it. She hoped that he would regain his taste someday.

You can read Chapter Four over at AO3!

[bayalexison]

[FE3H Fic] Droplets of Jupiter Ch 2 and 3

Summary: Dimitri is a high school student that skips school on rainy days. During one of those trips, he meets with an older woman, Byleth Eisner. They would often meet on rainy days, growing closer together for their love of poetry and having lost their loved ones.

(Inspired by The Garden of Words, written for Dimileth Goggles.)

Warnings/Tags: Implied slight age gap romance with younger man and older woman but depict the same as the movie it’s based on.

Hello, finally got my Dimileth Goggles fic done! I realized I forgot to post Ch 2 despite finishing it months ago lol, so posting that along with Ch 3!

Chapter 2: In which Dimitri meets with his stepsister Edelgard.

Chapter 3: In which Dimitri and Byleth have a heart-to-heart talk.

[bayalexison]

[FE3H Fic] The Azure Queen, Ch 3

Snow Queen AU for Dimileth Trick or Treat. After their father was murdered, twins Byleth and Reus Eisner travel around Fodlan to investigate. During their search, they got ambushed by two demons and kidnap Reus.

Several years ago Prince Dimitri was sentenced to death, but that was a lie to the public. Instead he's a demon working for Cornelia until he reunites with Byleth. He joins with her group and they go rescue Reus together.

In this chapter, Byleth and her group meet with Hapi's friends Mercedes and Constance and get some help from them. Later that night Dimitri takes Byleth to the skies.

Excerpt:

Byleth could not believe it. She and Dimitri were reunited! Shortly after the group's encounter with Dimitri, they let him join them at camp, where Balthus, Hapi, and Dimitri spent the rest of the night getting to know one another.

When it was time for everyone to sleep, Dimitri wrapped his arms around Byleth's waist while she rested her head against his chest. She missed the soothing sound of his heartbeat, and his body was warm against her. As he unconsciously held her tighter, she thought it was all a dream, but when she heard the rhythm of his breathing, she smiled and she drifted to sleep, happy to be safe in his arms. Yes, this was real.

You can read Chapter Three over at AO3! To start from the beginning, here's Chapter One!

[sorrowmarked]

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴀʙʏ sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ! || accpeting

❝ How far along are you? ❞ -- @mementofloreo (byleth & finn)

Manuela had tried to do her best guess calculating how far along she was, when the child was due. “Close to two months is Manuela’s best guess,” she said. She’d been getting sick frequently, it was the only reason she had bothered to see the healer. That the illness wouldn’t stop, and she was too busy to stay down and rest as much as she wanted too.

As tired as she felt.

“She predicts our child will be born towards the end of the Harpstring moon,” Byleth fidgeted with her her hands. Pulling at her fingers. It hadn’t really all sunk in yet, and she wasn’t quite sure how to feel about it.

First there was the war, which she simply couldn’t sit out from, and she knew there would be push back on that decision from well ... everyone. If any of the other women here wanted to fight pregnant she’d have objected so she couldn’t exactly blame them.

And second ... her mother had died giving birth to her. What if she couldn’t survive it? What if the women in her family simply weren’t strong enough to survive it? What would it mean being one with the goddess and having a child? Could she carry a pregnancy to term? There were too many questions and no answers.

And yet, despite the worries of the war, or her life she still said our child. She would very much like it if she lived through the war, through pregnancy, through birth and could raise this child with him. The way her parents never got to.

Though she supposed should any man wind up having to raise a child alone, like her father had, Finn would be the one she knew could handle it.

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   the rising force || accepting 

“now will you get some rest?” -- @heartwilled (byleth & claude)

Byleth looked up in surprise, there had just been a book in front of her she was sure of it. She’d been reading up on Fort Merceus, the battles it’d been involved in, how many men it could house, what its supplies were like, how long could they survive a siege. She had just been thinking a siege isn’t really viable we don’t have enough time. Her candles had burned low long ago, she’d replaced them. And then the book was out from in front of her. That he could walk up in front of her and snatch the book away from her was probably a testament to the fact that she needed to do as he said. Get some rest. 

She lifted her eyes upwards, before she sighed, “I don’t know that I’ve got the time to rest. The Fort is going to be a tough one to crack, I just wanted to see if I could find something that would help us,” she sighed, “I haven’t yet,” she rubbed her eyes. “But maybe just a few hours wouldn’t hurt.” 

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starter for @justifiablesin (felix and byleth)

“Felix,” Byleth held out a hand to stop him from walking off the battlefield, her sea green eyes concerned, brows pinched together. Maybe too many of her strategies relied too much on his strength. Too much on his ability. She’d sent him off, mostly on his own, because well ... he could handle it, but now she was wondering if she had been wrong. “Hold on a second, you’re bleeding,” she said, she glanced back towards the medics, busy taking care of others. “Here, I’ll heal you, let me see it the injury.”  

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starter for @heartwilled (byleth & claude)

The balancing act she was pulling off right now was nothing short of spectacular. Three plates across two arms, a pitcher of something red and cold, condensation sweating down the side of the pitcher and two goblets. In another life, she may have made an excellent tavern girl. She set everything down on the council room table without spilling a drop. One plate went next to Claude as she started to pour the cold, sweat drink into a goblet for him. She sat down, clearly intending to take her meal alongside him. 

“We’re coming up on the end of this you know,” she said, sliding butter across soft, still warm bread. They were winning the war, they were going to win the war. “So when you’re King of a unified Fódlan, what will be your next step?” she asked. “I’d like to take it with you.” She had promised after all, to help him fulfill his dreams. 

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valentine’s day starter for @wasworthy ( byleth & dimitri ) 

“here are the reasons i think we should skip the festival of lovers and stay in bed all day. one, it’s cold out there, and warm in here,” she said, ticking item one off her finger. “two. if everyone thinks we’re out, we can actually relax for once,” she said. “three, i know you’re king, but i’m merged with sothis, so i think i outrank you,” she joked, before she shifted, wrapping her arms around him. “when’s the last time we ever did anything irresponsible?” she asked. “this could be it. this should be it.”

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the graduate (1967) || accepting 

think about it. will you think about it? -- @wasworthy ( byleth & dimitri )

she was so surprised, so startled, she was laughing before she realized it. think about it. what was there to think about? her sea foam eyes were warm as she looked up at him. his hair was catching the soft light of the moon. they should get back to the troops, to the monastery, to his people. instead they had stolen away for a few hours and he produced a ring to give to her. think about it, he said, think about it he said when she had been planning on doing the exact same thing. 

“i don’t need to,” she said, one gentle shake of her head, as she reached into the small pouch on her belt and produced the ring her father had given to her. “i have my answer,” she said, holding the silver ring in her hand.