#fe dorothea x reader

[randoimago]

S/O Introducing them to Mexican Food

Fandom: Fire Emblem

Character(s): Ferdinand, Caspar, Dorothea

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): I recently found a Mexican restaurant close to where I live (and I live in the country) and am v happy 😊. I also did some research into the foods since I don't know all of what's popular so hopefully I wrote this okay!

Caspar

Absolutely loves the amount of meat and seasonings. He gets a good helping of protein and it tastes great? Goddess sign him up!

He's not really a veggie person, but he loves how they taste in this style of cooking? There's just something about all the flavors that helps him forget about the vegetable taste.

He's not picky either when it comes to eating (besides the veggie thing, but again, he likes them combined with the different seasoning and meats). A really big fan of trying anything you make.

Dorothea

She loves the desserts so much. Even if they're bad for her figure, they're so tasty! Tres Leches cake is a favorite but she always feels guilty after eating a piece.

Constantly asks you to make her horchata. She loves cinnamon and for it to be in a drink? Genius. The idea of rice in it threw her off a tad, but it's so good so she doesn't mind at all.

Ferdinand

I'm sorry to do him like this, but Ferdinand just gives me stereotypical white boy vibes of not being able to handle spice. Would enjoy just a bowl of homemade tortilla chips.

He really does eat mostly tacos or quesadilla. If he's feeling adventurous, he'd try eating a chimichanga.

I can see Ferdinand really enjoying nachos. Like the kind with all the veggies and cheeses. He hates making a mess so it's such a bad food for him, but he enjoys all the different flavors (as long as it isn't spicy).

[frickingnerd]

dorothea torn between you & edelgard

pairing: dorothea arnault x reader

summary: dorothea likes you, but her feelings for edelgard and her alliance with the black eagles make the relationship between you two complicated

dorothea always had a little crush on edelgard, but when she met you, she thought she might've found someone to distract her from her feelings

the more time dorothea spent with you, the more genuine her feelings for you became and the less she thought about edelgard

though just when everything seemed to be going so well between you two, edelgard got between the two of you, with something neither of you could've expected

edelgard declared war and since dorothea, as well as the rest of the black eagles, fought on her side, dorothea suddenly became your enemy

for a few years, neither of you saw each other, as you remained with your house, while dorothea stayed with hers

though it was only a matter of time until you'd meet dorothea again…

the day the two of you reunited a grand battle was happening

you purposefully sought dorothea out, desperate to talk to her! 

it had been years since you last saw each other and you knew things had changed, but you refused to give up on her!

when you spotted her, she was fighting alongside edelgard, the two of them having each others back and being perfectly in sync

dorothea spotted you shortly after, your eyes meeting one another, until she turned towards edelgard again

and suddenly you realized that you couldn't compete with edelgard

perhaps you never really stood a chance against her and dorothea had always liked her more

but you didn't get the chance to ask her, instead retreating to your own team, swearing to yourself that you'd forget about dorothea! 

it would be best for both of you, if you forgot your time together…

[for-when-i-have-an-idea]

Dream Oath Opera

Dorothea/Reader

So, since this phenomenal woman and I share a birthday, I thought it only fitting to write a fic to celebrate the special day. This is also, in essence, my birthday present to myself, so I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it. Apologies for any spelling or grammatical errors, I’m not totally sober while proofreading this piece.

Once again, the end of the Horsebow Moon drew near, and the chill of autumn had reached even the streets of Enbarr. This meant many things for many people, but for the Mittelfrank Opera Company it meant it was time for the final show of the season, and it would have to be their biggest one yet. It had been but a year ago that the Fódlan Unification War came to an end, and the people were slowly settling into normal lives once more. One way to aid with this, the powers that be had decided, was to bring back all the amenities and luxuries from before the arduous 5 years, bring back all the frivolous things that made the people happy. Thus, the opera had been in full swing since peace was reestablished.

It was a grand time, though busy to the point of exhaustion for many of the performers and crew. And in this moment, Dorothea felt all of that burden. She was once again the star of the troupe’s newest production, and while she loved her work no less than before, it was wearing her down. On top of it all, today was her birthday, and while all of her colleagues had congratulated her, and her sweet partner had gotten her flowers, a bejewelled ornament for her hair that she would wear proudly during this night’s performance and prepared a luxurious breakfast for the both of them, the fact that she would have to work on this day still had her sighing. Just this once, a day off would be nice.

A knock sounded at her dressing room door and the brunette turned from her vanity with a soft ‘come in’, ready to greet any guest that might have approached. Upon seeing well groomed (h/c) hair, shining (e/c) eyes and a smile all too familiar to her, Dorothea felt her own lips curl upward. She rose from her seat with all the grace she had learned – though perhaps a bit more hastily than usual – and in no more than four strides stood before her lover to plant a gentle kiss on their lips. She had not thought it possible, but that gaze she loved so much seemed to soften even more at that action alone.

“To what do I owe this sudden visit, darling?” Dorothea asked playfully as a pair of arms snaked their way around her waist. Whether technically an appropriate display of affection in public or not, she couldn’t bring herself to care. Today was her birthday, she was allowed to enjoy such an action on this day, she decided.

“Well, dear siren, I have come to whisk you away from this place, in fact,” (Y/n) spoke, the teasing lilt to their voice oh so familiar, a staple of their relationship. “I have quite the night planned for us.”

Dorothea felt herself pull back from the comfortable embrace, her mind simultaneously racing and at a total standstill at the declaration.

“You know that that is not possible,” she said, an edge now having entered her voice that was not there previously. “I have a performance tonight. Or did you somehow forget?” A little bit of her heart cracked at the thought that they might have. (Y/n) was usually so attentive to both of their schedules and needs, how could the events of this day have slipped them by?

But the continued smile on their face told the songstress that this was not the case.

“Fear not, my fair lady!” An overly dramatic tone tinged (Y/n)’s words and Dorothea’s heart calmed from its nervous beating. “I have spoken with your director and she, in all her graciousness, has granted me permission to steal you away for the whole rest of the day. And before you protest; they have a fitting replacement lined up for tonight’s performance, you don’t have to worry about a thing.”

Attentive to the last, as they always were. Dorothea felt herself let out a heavy breath, a hand coming to rest gently against her chest. As much as her partner’s theatrics amused and reassured her in their own way, it was the calming, gentle tone used in the last half of their little speech that had her the most at ease. The crack in her heart caused by her own thoughts mended itself delicately and as forest green eyes met (e/c) softly, Dorothea once again felt the urge to kiss her lover. So she did. It was, after all, her birthday.

“Alright then, you silly romantic,” Dorothea conceded after a tender moment of silence, “take me away to wherever it is that you have planned.”

Another gentle smile crossed (Y/n)’s face as they gently took Dorothea’s arm: “With pleasure, beloved.”

The night turned out to be quite the affair, though thankfully not in the sense that it was hectic. A quick return to their shared home in order to freshen up – allowing for (Y/n) to gently reassure Dorothea that, even though she would not be performing tonight, she should still wear the gifted ornament in her hair – was followed by an evening spent at one of Enbarr’s finest restaurants. When Dorothea had tried to ask how in the world (Y/n) had been able to afford such a thing, and nearly insisted that not even her birthday was worth such extravagant spending, all the reply she got was that friends in higher places were always good to call upon for occasions like this. The songstress could only sigh, again, but followed her partner into the restaurant, arms locked, without any further protest.

The meal was delicious, naturally, and their seating private enough to allow Dorothea to feel comfortable. Normally, going out into the public in such a way would have her overrun with admirers of all kinds seeking her attention. But tonight, there were no such interruptions; merely two people in love, enjoying a meal in each other’s company.

Having finished their dinner, and redressed themselves in their outerwear, the couple took to the darkening city, watching as the lights along the streets were lit, one by one. The soft flicker of the streetlamps’ candlelight gave Enbarr a completely different glow, a warmth that sunlight did not allow for. Walking side-by-side through the city, not even the biting cold breeze that characterised the later days of the Horsebow Moon dissuaded the lovers in their gentle stroll, soft, meaningless chatter filling the air between them.

Only too late did Dorothea recognise exactly where it was that her partner had led them, and a gasp left her lips very suddenly as (Y/n) handed over a pair of tickets to the member of the opera house’s staff on duty that night. When the youth began giving instructions on exactly how to reach the balcony reserved for them – one of the prime seats in the house – Dorothea felt herself having to physically restrain her jaw from dropping.

“Enjoy the show!” the youngster called after the couple as they moved through the building, (Y/n) calling a quick ‘thank you’ over their shoulder, a grin that was far too pleased spread across their face. Dorothea continued to feel stunned, though she had managed to compose herself since the initial shock, and did not fully return to her senses until the light in the theatre dimmed and she heard the orchestra finish their tuning.

As the opera began to play out before the audience, Dorothea felt a hand gently hold onto her own and her eyes left the stage in front of her to gaze into eyes of (e/c) that somehow managed to shine even in the darkness.

“I thought that it might be nice for you to watch an opera performance for once, instead of simply participating in one,” (Y/n) spoke so that only the two of them could hear, lifting their intertwined hands to place a gentle peck on Dorothea’s. The songstress’s breath hitched gently, but her eyes quickly returned to the performance in progress.

Despite knowing exactly how the opera was going to play out, Dorothea still found herself mesmerised by the display, enthralled by the characters and music. And as she watched the lead role walk onto stage, the role that had been hers up until now, she could not help the tears that welled up in her eyes at seeing Manuela dressed in a fashion so resplendent that Dorothea herself suddenly felt ten years younger.

The soft squeezing of her hand returned Dorothea to the present moment, and as Manuela began to sing her first bombastic few lines, the younger songstress’s eyes fell back on her lover smiling with all the love in the world.

“Happy birthday, beloved.”

[thot-writes]

Hi, is it alright by you if I ask for (n)sfw hc's of Dorothea and a shy male/AMAB s/o?

dorothea my beloved….. yes u absolutely can!!! i had a lot of fun with this (submissive amab sluts deserve the world!!!)

big mommy dorothea and shy little boy toy reader (NSFW 18+);

Dorothea comes off as such a mommy dom to me she would absolutely adore a shy s/o

on a wholesome scale, she would fawn and fuss over you even when you insist she doesn’t need to (inwardly though, how could you complain? she’s everything you want and more, the idea that she even likes you back is difficult to believe!)

she’d bring you flowers, take you out to eat, play with your hair, compliment you until you’re just about ready to melt into a puddle, and serenade you with her angelic voice whenever the opportunity arose (and she’s good at making opportunities.)

you want a loving, doting girlfriend to look after your every want? you want someone so good they leave you questioning what benevolent god decided to bless you? that’s dorothea

if you also want someone to treat you like the closet slut you are— that’s dorothea too.

you thought she couldn’t possibly make you blush any harder than when she flatters you endlessly. but what she does to you in bed blows that out of the water.

she’s a tease. a huge tease. she’ll worship you in one breath, then taunt you in the next.

“You like my breasts that much, you naughty boy?” she coos, gazing down at you as you suckle her soft, milk-white tits. she cradles you, running manicured nails through your hair as her left hand delicately trails the underside of your yearning cock. tears burn at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill over at the torment you’re receiving. she’s touching you, sure, and you have her tits in your mouth, that’s true— but you’re silently begging her to just take you.

she knows it, too. it’s why she’s got that look in her eyes and that smug smile on her lips. your cock pathetically dribbles pre-cum on her fingers, she knows all it would take is a couple pumps of her hand and you’d be squirting all over her, but she denies you all the same.

your lick slowly at her nipple, unable to keep eye contact with her for longer than a second. she hums and caresses your cheek. “So cute. You’re being so polite even though you’re reaching your limit. Do you want me to take you?”

the tears start flowing. you’re so desperate for her it’s painful. you timidly nod your head— it’s all you can manage.

she shuffles so you’re not sucking on her anymore, and you miss her warmth. she leans over and kisses you passionately, a yelp rising from you as she does.

she sticks her tongue in your mouth, and you obediently open your lips wider for her. you moan as she toys with your tongue, licks at your lips, and savour her vaguely sweet taste. your arms wrap around her neck and she repositions herself to be completely on top of you.

her pussy bumps up against your erection and you almost cum right then.

she pulls away from the kiss and giggles at your whine. her hands cup your tear-slicked cheeks and she gazes down at you fondly.

“Tell me, my love,” she starts, smiling innocently. “How do you want me to fuck you? Shall I ride you, or do you want to be filled?”

your breath catches. either sounds heavenly, but you find your eyes flickering to her pussy. the thought of her warm walls squeezing tight around you and her hands lingering dangerously on your throat as you cry out seems too tempting to pass up.

she tilts her head, waiting for your answer. you manage — miraculously — to speak, “I-I want your pussy, p-please… Dorothea..”

you notice a glimmer in her eyes. you swallow in anticipation as she hovers over you — but instead of feeling the sweet sensation of her cunt, she simply leaves.

you snap up from your lying position on the couch, scared you’d done something to displease your mistress, but she gestures for you to lie down again and you comply. tension grips your body until she comes back wearing her strap-on.

she grins at you as she approaches, trickling a bottle of lubricant all over the toy attached at her hips.

you open your mouth to ask what she’s doing, but she interrupts, “Are you disappointed, pet? Should I not fuck you at all?”

“I-it’s just—“

she positions herself between your legs, letting the lube drip over your cock and along your upper thighs. “Don’t worry,” she laughs. “I’ll make sure everyone can hear your cute voice, my love.”

her careful prepping of your waiting hole is juxtaposed by her rough and relentless thrusting. the air is ripped from your lungs and your arms flail for purchase on the armrest behind your head.

her fat tits bounce with each thrust of her hips, her nails dig into your skin but you’re unable to care.

the room is filled with the noises of wet slapping, wood creaking, and your own unrestrained moans of pleasure. you cum quickly, but she’s unwilling to let you off with just that.

your whole body feels like it’s on fire, your swollen and sensitive prostate enduring a merciless onslaught from dorothea.

one of your hands flies to your nipple and you tug on it roughly. your shyness has been replaced with a burning lust. “F-fuck— yes, Dorothea! Fill me up! Fuck me harder, I n-need you deeper!”

“Ah? Then I’ll make sure to leave you satisfied, [Name]!”

you can feel yourself squeezing around the girthy dick she’s fucking into you, and your eyes roll back.

your shameless cries echo out into the night— much to the chagrin of your neighbours— and dorothea doesn’t stop until you’re completely spent and spends the rest of the night cuddling and caring for you. you fall asleep in her arms the same way you have a hundred times before, thanking your lucky stars that you’ve found a soulmate in Dorothea.

[sherbet-shark]

Dorothea Arnault x Reader on a road trip and reader has a Polaroid camera to take photos of the trip and Dorothea

Picturesque Beauty

|〘⋇ Genre: Angst/Fluff〙|〘 ⋇ W/C: 4.7k〙|〘 ⋇ Format: Fic 〙|〘 ⋇ Content: 〙 | Discussion of war, Poverty, Spoilers for FE:3H, FEH, Mentions of death |

| A/n: I went with my gut and made this request a romantic pining fic rather than platonic. I’m sorry if that is not what you wished of me ;-; |

|〘 ⋇ Summary: 〙You, the legendary summoner of Askr, the prophesied harbinger of victory, desperately need a break. Being the summoner and head tactician of the Askren army wears on your soul and mind, but war rarely takes vacations. You must be on guard on call every second. Your allies from other worlds wouldn’t take you seriously if you acted so unconcerned, nor would the nobles of Askr. Your deteriorating health causes Prince Alfonse to worry about your well-being. Your lover Dorothea is quick to quell his worries and whisks you away on a short trip. While packing, you bring a small keepsake along for the ride. |

You were a necessity to this army, lead, tactical control, and everything in between. You had to become the pinnacle of neutrality, peace marker, and mediator between factions that were sworn enemies in their worlds.

You had to deal with the misery of other Heroes seeing their loved ones twisted, shattered monsters to work alongside each other. Domestic affairs in the ever-going army aside, you constantly felt like you had to be the best, to be a shoulder to lean on, make their problems yours, and the grimmest option was that you had to make sure none of your Heroes tried to kill each other. Of course, your contract with each Hero included that they could not lay a finger on their ally. Hours of precious sleep meant nothing to you in the early stages of your arrival here. Anxiety swallowed you every waking moment as you slowly felt powerless.

Even still, you stayed late, long after the war meetings ended, reading tactical books and seeking advice from the seasoned army tactics for their input. All of this effort was so that you could prove you're not some poser pretending you understand the gravity of the power you held. No, you knew full well of what you had on your hands after all. You heard their anguished screams when they drew their last breath. Gilded as you were in lavish gold, with pearl white robes that slowly lost their meaning. They served as reminders that you bathed in the blood of your friends and your mistakes.

But after all the battles they’d reanimate. Bloodied and battered bodies twist and contort back to their original forms. You felt sick to your stomach after your first battle, one where you slipped up, and one of your allies fell on the bloody field. Commander Anna quickly rushed to your side as you collapsed in front of their body after the battle to explain. Out of breath, hot tears streaming down your cheeks, your trembling hands tried to stop the bleeding seeping through their ruined clothing.

All of the Heroes could die, but as long as you lived and wielded Breidablik, their wounds would heal, and the lights in their eyes would reignite, but one downside is the Heroes would forget they died.

It sounded great. But it wasn’t. Guilt bubbles every time, waltzing up to you and acting as if nothing happened, saying they’d happily die in your name and to your cause. They didn’t even know they had been killed in the first place, but the close ones knew. Their teammates knew you knew.

After that unit’s death, you ran to your room, locking yourself in your room, wishing, praying to go back home. Some of your closest Heroes told you fresh scars would appear on their bodies. Phantom pains plagued them after their reanimation, but they could never recall the exact moment.

It didn’t take long for certain Heroes to put the pieces together and know they had died, but how and when would be a mystery if they didn’t have anyone on their team willing to disclose that? It made you want to lock yourself in your room and disappear even more when they’d side glance your way, their hesitant tactician giving orders in the heat of battle.

Your army’s glances made the hate in your heart brighter; how dare they expect someone with no prior experience with war and death to become a master tactician holding the lives of so many and leading them? Why are you told to do this, then eaten alive when you slip by whispers of the Askr royal court or the vicious and prideful soldiers? What did you do to make the universe do this? It was so unfair. It was like throwing a fawn into a den of wolves. You never asked for this. Being in charge of an army, fighting for a nation’s war that you had no part in. Hell, you didn’t even know this Zenith existed.

You were summoned with some measly personal items like your phone, the clothes on your back, and your Polaroid camera. You coveted these few items in the security of your room and rarely used them. Even though Zenith was in the medieval era with magic, your advanced items wouldn’t last long if you fiddled with them too much.

Everyone took a while to lower their guard and become comfortable with everything. Alfonse especially, due to his track record of losing someone he deeply cared for, but his sister. Princess Sharena, the easy-going soul, was ever eager to show off the realm of Askr.

It’s seemingly endless bounty and offering her friendship to ease your heavy heart. Even now, after years of staying in Askr and loving the magical realm, its people, the allies you made. Still, you harbor a tiny seed of hate in your heart for being thrust into this grave circumstance. It wasn’t right, but you had enough time to wallow in self-pity in secret. You had lived on the line. The phrase ‘This was war. I can’t afford to mess around’ etched into your soul as you continue onward, keeping yourself at a respectable distance from every hero.

You were kind, cordial, and friendly enough to give them the illusion of truly knowing you, your mind, and your genuine festering emotions. But, because you didn’t let them into your darker emotions didn’t mean you hated them. No, on the contrary.

You loved them. You loved your army very much, hearing Heroes’ woes, trying to find a middle ground between in-fighting, flaunting many stories back home, and wistfully indulging all your Heroes with their questions about your world. You were terrific with keeping up your juggling act that never ended. That shy, nervous person that shrunk into themselves every time they made their orders was no more. In their place, a confident, wise, somewhat jaded version rose from the ashes.

Those years did wonders for your confidence and knowledge as your firm words would boom across the field to your team. Your work no longer needed constant revisions by the other strategists in your meetings, presenting yourself as a professional commander and keeping certain relations strictly work-based, never letting romantic or unprofessional ties get in the way of how you worked your army.

But fate has something against you as that motto changed when a confident flirtatious songstress, a Black Eagles student, appeared before you on the summoning altar. The clouds perfectly outlined her frame with charisma, along with her enchanting voice ringing out from the heavy clouds asking where she was and, more importantly, who you were. On instinct, you softly breeze through your introduction of Askr, their summoning, and yourself.

Through your explanation, her vibrant green eyes narrowed as she folded her arms, clearly still on edge about her newfound situation. Skeptical Heroes weren’t uncommon or wished to return home even after you told them of the Askren war. However, the latter is a rare occurrence since more than most would jump headfirst into your cause due to how good and pure-hearted they are.

Dorothea hums deeply in thought, her eyes watching your figure and hooded face. Lips curl into a slight smirk as Dorothea firmly tells you. —With her feet still planted on the ground below her, unwilling to move an inch towards this stranger clad in white and gold, their face obscured from her sight. With the setting sun, only the occasional wind whistle sounded in ruins.

“Let me see your face; I'm not necessarily eager to trust someone that won’t allow me to see them. Much less put my life in the hands of a stranger that makes such outrageous demands.” Dorothea plainly stated as she propped a well-manicured hand under her chin, chocolate brown locks framing her soft face as she calmly regarded you.

The great summoner jolted. You never had a Hero tell you so bluntly upon meeting they’d like to see your face, something about the newness and foreign feeling of having something brand new occur during your Summoning made your heart quicken. Typically, they’d agree after your long-winded description. Determination always filled their eyes as you guided them to the castle.

After a pause in consideration, you weighed your options as you sneakily glanced at her face seeing if she’d back out of her plea once she saw you pause. Dorothea didn’t relent as confident as ever, her eyes quizzically watching your every move. ‘There’s no winning with her, so I guess I’ll give her a peek.’ You thought to yourself.

“Only for a brief moment, but please, if you need more time, allow us to be a temporary shelter so you can make a well-informed decision. The sun is starting to set, and if it would help, I have some members who talked about you or might know you well.” Your gloved hands reach for your white hood, allowing her a fleeting peek at the curves of your face and the faint color of your eyes. It surprised her to see that you had a pleasant look. You saw her visibly relax slightly. Her furrowed brow increased as her shoulders sloped in a relaxed manner.

“So, that voice isn’t the only thing appealing about you, hm,” Melodic short laughter leaves her lips as the smile on her face gleams more genuinely. Golden flecks accentuate the green mystique of a forbidden forest begging to be explored, wonders awaiting beyond anyone’s reach in her eyes.

“I’ve decided to consider your request, but who are these people you’re talking about?” Dorothea pondered aloud. She looked curious about who you were talking about but still on guard. Nonetheless, as you guided her to Askr castle, Dorothea curiously asked questions about her friends, the atmosphere of the area, and the social status of every person.

You softly answered her questions. Despite how wary she was of you, Dorothea was pleasant to speak with freely and thoughtfully. Still flirtatious, you rolled your eyes. Professionalism is etched into each movement you mentioned Lady Edelgard, Huebert, Petra, Professor Byleth, and Bernadette, to name a few. After guiding the songstress to Askr Castle, some of her peers came into view. The petite silhouette beside a taller figure turned as they walked toward you and the newcomer.

It was Edelgard and her ever faithful servant Hubert. The figureheads puffed out their chests, pride beaming on their faces as the brunette rushed to her friend. Sweet nicknames roll off her tongue as she hugs the more petite young woman. The older man sharply inhaled as he saw her hug the Imperial Princess. You were glad her Black Eagles welcomed her back into their arms even if certain people weren’t in her timeline.

It had been a few days of your grace period, and Dorothea came to you in the morning, knocking on your ebony door and entering your cluttered room, telling you she wanted to stay in Askr. She was pretty honest as the Black Eagles student explained that it was nice here, but after everything was over, she’d leave and return to Fódlen.

You obliged her wishes and retrieved your holy weapon from its hip holster, and created a contract with the Hero. A magical white circle with ancient words encased you and her as you held your gloved hand, grasping hers. A thick foreboding mist rises from the glowing forgotten words, and a bright light appears between the Hero and the Divine weapon. ‘As long as you hold Breidablik, they will survive.’ You silently repeat to yourself as the contract is completed.

“By this contract, you now are sworn to help Askr’s cause until the war is over. I swear I will return you home.”

Months after your Contract with Dorothea, your bond as Summoner and Hero became more profound as you helped her train, gain experience and understand those in the army. Knowing her personality, the young woman had no problems making friends and letting certain elitist nobles be quiet.

You saw how much she disdained nobles with questionable reasonings or straight classists. Those were in for a tongue lashing of their life, eloquent words but as cold as ice and sharp as daggers. Of course, those remarks weren't met with silence. Fights still happen within the security of Askr walls.

Berkut and Fernand, for example, caused an uproar, outraged that a salacious commoner told the two nobles to shut up when they complained about the number of commoners in the army and how some forgot their stations in comparison to royals. The utter gall to speak to them as if they weren’t of noble birth made them fume. The nobles threw insults after insult until Edelgard and Alm intervened on your behalf.

One insult stung Dorothea’s heart the most, “It’s a shame such beauty is a waste on a commoner like yourself. No matter, that beauty will fade, only leaving a destitute hag. You’d ought to deceive another naive noble before that time runs dry.” You had to talk to the young woman and try to speak with the prideful men of Valentia to convince them to try not to rip each other’s throats out every time they’d be in the same area.

Countless moons pass as you find yourself utterly enamored with Dorothea. You felt a bond to every Hero you summoned, yet, the bond you felt between her was different; it was hard to describe but did it need words? Dorothea sought you out, teasing you with sweet words and winks.

You never mined how she acted with you or others in the army. She was beautiful, and it wasn’t hard to see longing glances toward her, but you made sure your glimpses weren’t ever more than a superior looking out for their members. Some days, you cursed how your status made it hard for you to have any close relations.

If word came out that you had a lover, they’d have an even bigger target on their back. They wouldn’t be a regular soldier now but a person of interest. You’d be accused of favoritism and disrupting the chain of command, so many things piled against your happiness.

To you, it seemed like the stars had written you were fated to be alone. But the brunette had a habit of knowing where you’d hide out and help continue your work, or dragging you outside to the market, making you loosen up. You dare say you’d consider each other close confidantes.

The day Dorothea was set to confess to you, she was nervous, the famous Mittlefrank Opera Singer. Nervous? Ha! Something like that sounded so laughable, she was showered with bouquets and countless compliments by many who wished for her to be theirs, yet they never captured her heart as she did to their hearts.

But in a way, it was nice to be constantly fawned over before her Academy days by men and women of wealth and power. Influential people begged for a sliver of her time or even wed her anything to keep her beauty to themselves.

But alas, that only lasted long. Every lustrous whisper and gift would fall flat. Because none of them genuinely knew, only when she was dolled up and given makeup, thrust upon a grand stage for nobility to ogle and coo over, did anyone turn their heads and give her attention. Dorothea knew all of the treasures that were gifted to her would disappear in an instant. The goddess had a cruel way with fate. The former Opera singer concluded as she recalls sitting in front of her vanity and peering into her mirror.

The voice she was praised for would change. The soft and melodic tune would turn raspy and scratchy. Her soft, beautiful face would downturn with wrinkles, brown curls fading into sparse white hair. The gifts would become a fleeting memory of the past, even the most vibrant flower wilts in due time; the bees and butterflies ignore the dying flora in favor of something new, an irresistible scent, eye-catching colors.

But that only made Dorothea know her goal: find someone that would carry her away from all of the world’s troubles, and lavish her with riches. She didn’t care if they truly loved her or if she loved them. As long was away from the slums her life would be fine, anywhere but there.

That didn’t make her forget her origins no matter how hard she tried to hide that fact. Her heart yearned to help the poor in the slums that didn’t have anyone to support them. Her desire to help wasn’t limited to Fódlen as you soon found out during one of your outings with her in the town. She’d purposely get out of your line of sight, go into alleyways and drop pieces of bread to the dirty hunched over figures leaning on the walls away from the public.

She often hid her past from you when you were still acquaintances, out of shame or defense was anyone’s guess, but you understood her reservations. There are times when you worry for your Hero. You kept up with her pace and overlooked what she was doing, gifting hungry children with food.

Though there were times Dorothea wouldn’t retreat into the dark crevices but settle for sweet smiles and waves to those that met her gaze. “Genuine acknowledgment when you’re on the streets is rare, Summoner. I can’t fix everyone’s problems, and they probably won’t accept it without thinking of ulterior motives. So a smile and wave are all I can do, and I will happily do so.”

The opera singer whispered to you one day after your many town outings. The way her eyes held an unspeakable sorrow made you all the more curious about the young Hero you summoned but also opened your eyes.

You’ve been focused on being the summoner and caretaker for your army. There were times you forgot who you were fighting for and that there were more outside of the military you took care of. After that, she noticed that you’d start to pay more attention to the citizenry of Askr, both noble and common. It made her seek you out and have tea with you, a sweet temporary escape with an interesting young woman.

Dorothea, after months of hopeless pining after you, had enough of trying to hide what she felt for you and was pretty sure you liked her too. Showering each other with compliments, Dorothea being protective over you on the battlefield, teasing remarks, confrontations over severe issues like her hate and coldness toward naive nobles. Precious, vulnerable moments are shared in small comforts of each other's presence but never enough to let her know everything that runs through your mind.

She always wondered what else was on your mind and if you were too skeptical about letting her see all of you, but the songstress wanted someone to talk to. After all, she wasn't that forthcoming about her background to you, so she’d always be patient with you, content with being trusted so much to hear your concern but that tiny seed of curiosity piqued in her mind.

You were often told by others that you were so close with each other, your auras seemingly bouncing off each other, it felt so alive and fun being around her and you loved that but you were too scared to ruin whatever you had with her after months of cultivating a strong healthy relationship with her.

The former opera singer grew tired of this unspoken item you had with her and took things in her own hands, first by spending your regular tea time with her, then oddly being adamant that work could wait for a day, spoiling you to the best of her ability with certain Black Eagles students being near too. But soon, the fun day turned into night, as she took you by your hands and led you to a romantic midnight garden walk and told you that she felt differently about you.

If it was love or a side effect of the Contracts, she didn’t care. The bright moonlight shone down upon you. She was so close you could see the golden fleck in her eyes beam with life, her soft hands clasped together in nervous union.

Pausing, caught in a hurricane of emotions, you opened your mouth to return your affections shyly. You quickly explained the inner turmoil plaguing you, looking down in shame, engulfing the white hood hiding your face.

Dorothea softly cooed to her summoner. She never knew that you had so many things under that calm facade. She always wondered but never pressed too far, but now looking at you now so vulnerable and so close to breaking down, Dorethea pondered if her inactivity was the right thing to do something else crept up in the corner of her mind. While the flirtatious woman wanted you to feel safe and love her, yet could someone like her do that? She was a dirty commoner thrown aside by her father because she didn’t have a Crest, ignored for all her young life. After all, she was lowly rabble.

Hunger and survival still were old friends, the only faithful companions she knew during her childhood. Because of this, she knew she had to claw her way to find security and food. That day in the darkened alleyway, when Manuela found the dirtied girl, that dream of having a full belly and a warm bed came closer and closer to reality, finding a wealthy person to live with and then rest of her days in luxury away from the slums, away from the girl she used to be.

The songstress doubted she’d be able even to give you what you needed, a home, a place of rest away from the War. Security, luxury, all the things you deserved, but she didn’t have. All the woman knew was the cold slap of reality and her ambitions, what she didn’t have, but the brunette took a slow concise breath. Her mind was set.

“To think someone like me would be able to share such happiness with you. I may not know what the future has in store, but I do know that I want to walk down this path with you, and maybe once we’re done in Askr. You’d join me back to Fódlan? But for the time being, I’ll spoil you rotten. In time, I’m sure we can both be together, not afraid of what might happen.”

It didn’t take long for her to enact her plans to make sure you’d stop stressing so much. After long days slaving away at your desk, Dorothea would drag you to the hot springs to unwind or to a secret picnic. For some time, the army was oblivious to your relationship, but as the months passed, the wise units kept your hidden love. They cared for their summoner and wanted you to be happy and safe. So what was one more secret to add to the list?

After a lull in the sea of battles, you decided to tell only your trusted friends that Dorothea and yourself were courting. With their permission, she would have her most fun trip with you, but you took longer than you told her to prepare to pack. The cabin wasn’t too far from the Castle, so your Heroes could send their fastest messenger if need be but far away for her to have you by herself.

“Oooh~ my sweet darling. It’s time for our little rendezvous.” Dorothea’s teasing, warm voice permits from the other side of your bedroom door. It was like you could see her now. Innocently calling your name through the door, soft hands cupping each other’s as the Hero’s emerald eyes shone with a mission, yet still, there was a glimmer of concern for her love.

“Hi, Thea! I’m sorry I took so long to pack. I wanted to ensure everything was in order before I went on a ‘scouting’ mission with my trusted partner.” Playfully rolling your eyes at the reason, you told the other associates with a cheeky smile painting your face as your girlfriend brings down your hood to revel in your loveliness.

She chuckles at your glee and a light-hearted sigh at the excuse, Arnault wishes your relationship wasn't a secret from everyone, but the ones she cared for, like the ones in her house, knew full well and supported you.

“Let's go away for a while, my summoner.” Honey-covered words fell from the songstress’ lips as she took your arm and pressed it close to her chest, locking your arm in hers. ‘God, everything she says can bring a person to their knees. I’m so in love with you, I swear.’

“Yes, let’s.” Eagerness fills your body with renewed energy. You felt like a hyper child that walked into a candy store. Every trip Dorothea came up with always made you love her even more. The two walk to the horse stables as you remember how you’d bathe her in your surprises.

Of course, she would often find herself on the end of being spoiled. It became a competition between you and showered with coveted kisses and longing looks in passing.

You softly patted the bag on your side, hoisting it to the horse's side. You help Dorothea on the brown-coated horse once you are seated, her hands lacing her fingers entrapping your waist and her chin finding its place on your shoulder. Brown, soft curls tickle your cheeks as she teasingly blows a puff of air next to your ear, making you shiver.

A giggle erupts from you as the woman behind you teases your seemingly ticklish self. If only she knew that laugh meant you had something up your sleeve. You’d take pictures of the beauty beside you and the scenery around you, keeping this memory and teaching your girlfriend more about your world.

She knew what a Polaroid camera was, and you showed her the colored film of you smiling. This foreign object perturbed the magic-wielding student, and as you explained to her what this flashing item was, she became enthralled with the 21st-century machine.

Finally, make your way to the cabin. You gently pull on the reins slowing down your stead. You eye the bag and feel the woman’s hands sit on your hips, ready to get to the ground. The humble wooden cabin stands alone. You are getting off of the saddle, holding out your hand to help Thea down the dirt road.

Kissing your cheek, the woman wanders around the area. The sun was still high in the sky; flowers decorated the green grass below as peaceful songbirds sang their tune, hiding in the canopy of the trees.

Fishing out your Polaroid camera, a devilish smile widens as the retro color and the rectangular shape out of the bag. It was full of the new film, and you ensured it worked the day before you left on your two-day trip.

Sneaking behind, you found your unsuspecting target. Dorothea’s back towards you as she sits in a bed of field flowers. It was so picturesque; you thought to yourself, then sweetly calling to the songstress’ attention. She turns halfway, brown curls swaying gently, her hands full of colorful flowers as her lips curled peacefully. You press the button, and a white flash spreads across her serene face.

“Hey! A little rude, wouldn’t you think?” Dorothea scowls at your figure as she rises from the flower field.

“I’m so sorry; you looked so pretty I couldn’t resist. You can take me by surprise next time, I swear!” You walk towards Dorothea, still understandably scowling and mad at you, kneeling to the woman.

The adrenaline rush comes down as your smile quickly fades. Her beautiful eyes still narrowed; she cracked a Cheshire smile and playfully remarked, “That wasn't nice, Darling. But if you insist, fine by me, and for that, I think I’ll take two pictures of you as my revenge,” The sickly sweet woman inched her face towards yours, and you felt your cheeks heat, stunned into silence.

The young woman continues to inch closer toward you. You could feel her breath on your cheeks; you forgot you even held your breath as your eyes flicked from her lips to her forest green eyes. Then a well-manicured finger bops your nose as another teasing smile spreads from cheek to cheek.

“I’m not the only beauty here, my love.”

Tagging: @luvielle, @emotionaldepravity thanks for being my 2nd eyes and giving edits- @aspergerhero

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

Dorothea with a f!summoner with a praise kink please?

i am in love with her your honour

The first time Dorothea calls you a good girl, she's joking around. "Aren't you a good girl Summoner." It was in regards to how much work you'd been doing for The Order of Heroes as of late. The phrase still makes your face feel hot, and knees slightly weak. You just hoped she didn't notice. She absolutely did.

The next time she uses it, is when you're both wandering the halls late. You've got a collection of documents in hand from varying sources, and her eyes zone in on them immediately. "Working too hard again I see." You try to explain that you just had a few things to prepare for a meeting tomorrow and then you were heading to bed. When you notice how there's a mischievous glint in her eyes. "No wonder that prince is so happy to have you, a good girl dedicated to his cause." She's saying it like that on purpose, you know it. But it doesn't stop you reacting similarly to the first time. "Try not to overwork yourself, alright? There's a lot of people who'd be upset if something happened to you." You're babbling a mindless response as she continues down the hall out of sight.

When she uses it again. She's got you all to herself. “Just relax, let someone else take care of you.” She cooed, curling her fingers underneath your robes to peel them away and anything else in her path, goading you to spread your legs apart, slipping her hand between your thighs. 

“Good girl,” she praises, need pulsing throughout your body from the words. A small whimper escaping you as her fingers tease outside of your entrance, only to gasp when she finally sliding them inside. “Poor Summoner, always working so hard. It’s a thankless job isn’t it?” She’s slowly starting to move the digits with each word. “Poor thing, don’t worry I’ll reward you for all your efforts.” Her praises continue with each thrust of fingers, occasionally angling the digits just to hear you cry out. 

And when you’re about to cum, hips rocking against her hand. She’s purposefully calls you a good girl again just to send you over the edge. 

[glazesunflower]

Fire Emblem Three Houses Masterlist

Marianne

"You’re the only thing that matters”

[threehousesaddict]

Black Eagle Girls Tea Headcanons pt. 1

I actually got a request for this from a couple of my friends so I hope I do them justice since I am halfway through Silver Snow and have never played Crimson Flower so my black eagle girl knowledge is limited... but we shall push through!! Here’s the prompt list and please feel free to send me requests!!

Sweet Apple Blend

- Are they a very touchy/cuddly person? Why/when are they most cuddly?

Edelgard ~

she would never admit it but Edelgard THRIVES off of physical affection

but she would never be the first to initiate the affection

since Edelgard is so busy, whenever the two of you do find the time to cuddle, it is the most intense and intimate experience known to man

she always says she wants to take charge and be the big spoon but in the end this girl just wants to be protected and you have no problem providing that for her

Dorothea ~

this girl will not stop touching you ever, but it never feels overwhelming

she always has a hand on your knee or a head on your shoulder reminding you that she’s there and reminding others you’re taken

she is most cuddly when it has been a long day for all of the black eagles so when you get back to her room she just legit tackles you to her bed and will not let go

she completely koalas onto you, with her legs and arms wrapped completely around you until you both fall into a deep and warm slumber

Bernadetta ~ 

Bern has two different affection modes: inside or outside

outside this cutie refuses to let you near her, not because she doesn’t want to but because she squeals at the sheer thought of being affectionate with you in public

sometimes she will just blush and hide her face when you look at her and smile

but inside oh boy this girl completely turns into a backpack

when you’re just chilling crocheting or reading together, she will literally be attached to you from behind no matter if you’re sitting, standing or laying down

this is because she refuses to let you look at her when you’re cuddling to keep you from seeing her beet red face but to make up for it she promises to whisper sweet nothings into your ears

Petra ~

not the biggest fan of affection, she doesn’t particularly see the value in it but for some reason you always end up in situations where she’s “protecting” you and you end up holding each other

no one really knows if it is an accident or if Petra is doing it on purpose but she is really most comfortable just being by your side

but every once and a while after either Petra or you have a near-death situation, she makes sure to have one hand on you at all times to keep you safe but it is really to ease her nerves of losing you

I actually really enjoyed writing for these girls!! Thank you for reading all the way and I swear there is no Bernadetta favoritism…

more of my work like this <3

[fe-semi-decent-scenarios]

Could I ask headcanons of Black Eagles flirting and crushing on Byleth (professor?)?

[Ask and you shall receive lol. Lately I’ve been busying myself with long reports, so I needed something cutsey to recharge.(Sorry if it’s complete rubbish lol) It’s not much but I hope you like it!]

Edelgard: 

Ehh. She won’t be a student much longer anyways. 

Byleth will always be her professor...but maybe another title can be ticked onto that list? She hopes so. 

However, she doesn’t go too overboard. Just a few teasing gestures and quips every once in a while to sedate the budding sentiment in her heart 

With more pressing issues over love, Edelgard can’t afford to play the role of lovesick schoolgirl 

She sets side her personal feelings for the professor when around others. Instead they are treated as a good friend and adored instructor. Alongside the present given on Byleth’s birthday are a few other trinkets Edelgard picked up herself, you know, because she’s extra 

When alone her thoughts often drift. There are many occasions where work ends up procrastinated 

She keeps everything bottled up inside and doesn’t even hint at the idea of a crush to anyone. To love is to be compromised, to be compromised is to be weak, and to be weak is to fail

This is something she firmly believes until the support of her peers and affection from her professor begin to challenge it 

Perhaps there is room for love in her future 

“My teacher, you are an important companion to everyone here and to myself. You must never forget that”  

Hubert: 

Oh he is smooooth. 

Yet subtle 

He knows that he shouldn’t become too attached considering what’s to come in the future. His mind and body are her highness’ to command

....well, all good things come in moderation anyways. What’s a little meaningless flirting?

His flirting methods follow the ‘attack of opportunity’ plan. Meaning that he tosses in his quips when the time seems fitting 

He knows what he is doing. Never assume otherwise 

Obviously such conduct towards a teacher is unrefined. Does he care? The guy couldn’t give less of a sh*t 

He has 100% commented on their dancing attire at least once

People should mind their own business lest they want to lose their tongue. Can’t gossip when you can’t speak, right?  

If the professor doesn’t seem to mind then why should he stop? If they recuperate then that’s even better

It’s no fun when prey doesn’t fight back once in a while. 

“Oh do go on. The droll behind your ever so taunting tone is intoxicating. It almost makes this insufferable lecture mildly entertaining” -shots fired. Professor or not, ‘love interest’ or enemy, Hubert does not tone down the sarcasm 

No one even suspects that he has an interest in Byleth. He downright makes it appear that they are his sworn enemy (whether this is intentional or not? You decide) 

Caspar:

‘Flirt’? ‘Caspar’? That’s funny

It’s not that he can’t do it. Caspar can be very charming when he wants to be, but why bother? 

They’re his professor. If he starts kissing up to them then the others might start to think he’s pegging for special treatment 

He also doesn’t want them to like a facade. He wants them to like him

Not that he would turn said special treatment down if offered. He d o e s want to get stronger, and the extra time with his “favorite”*wink* professor is a lucky bonus 

He tends to have a ‘lingering eye’ that’s easy to pick up on if you catch my drift

he is not pure hearted, just a dunce. There is a difference

The boy blushes at every little action without even noticing

He loves to watch them train, both to better his own moves and to admire them without it seeming weird 

Literally everyone knows that Caspar has a thing for Byleth before he knows it himself. He’s the kind that mistakes a crush for admiration 

He’s also a big baby when it comes to them giving other people attention. 

He justifies his interruptions as: “The professor doesn’t have time to do __ for __! They have enough to do as it is!” 

Now what does that translate to in Caspar language?: “The time the professor spends doing __ is time they could spend with our class me” 

Someone help him. He’s so thick headed it’s actually sad 

Petra: 

“My apologies. I will be returning after the clearing of my head” 

She’s unfamiliar with the courting methods in Fodlan. Are they the same as in Bridgid? 

Thoughts of the professor occasionally will interfere with her study time

Also her appetite. Normally she eats plenty at meals since she hates waste, but the professor makes her nervous about her etiquette 

let’s just ignore that Byleth eats like a ravenous boar

She wants to take them to see Bridgid. It’s only natural to want to share the things you love with those you care about 

She embraces the affection she feels. Byleth is a truly wonderful person and the royal family would gladly accept them if Petra expressed her feelings 

When she returns she wants to ask them to accompany her 

For now she will remain at their side both in battle, in leisure, and in spirit 

Petra also isn’t one to approach with caution. The way she flirts is through honesty 

If they do something she likes then she says so. If they look nice or are trying something new then she’ll comment on it. If she sees something in the shop that they might like, then she buys it 

Petra is simple. She does for Byleth what she thinks will make them happy and doesn’t overthink it in the slightest 

Dorothea: 

The newfound feelings aren’t discouraged nor appreciated. It is a battle between practicality and love for her 

Not because of them being a professor, but everything else 

Mercenary, teacher, reincarnate, solider, tactician, etc. 

Such a dangerous profession with so much blood on their hands. Are those the ones she wants to hold for the rest of their days? 

Will they even live long enough to grow old with her? 

She wants a reliable partner to take care of her and not give her a heart attack on a daily basis. So far only one box is checked 

She will not be a widow at such a young age. She refuses 

When these thoughts emerge Dorothea retracts from Byleth. There’s still the open friendliness that was there before, but now an extra barrier has been put up 

She won’t go out of her way to give Byleth special treatment. Her search for a partner other than them will continue on 

Maybe she’ll find someone else to smash these feelings so that there will be no need to confront them 

Only after they ‘die’ will she stop suppressing them. 

“To think that it took such a disaster for me to see the light. Why do people realize such things when it’s too late?” - she focuses on personal growth until the reunion. Relying on another person to prevent the past from reappearing is not what she wants. 

Ferdinand: 

The best way that Ferdinand can communicate his feelings is through words

He tries. He really tries to come across as a potential life partner for the professor. He can only be a student for so long, and they’re close in age. Logically there is nothing wrong with the possibility of a courtship 

but because speaking ‘frilly’ is a normality the effect is not like how he hoped 

When Ferdinand falls, he falls hard. Yes, he is a flirt. Yes, he stretches himself thin trying to please everyone. Yes, he has his quirks that make him extremely confrontational 

So when he finds someone with the ability to make him both strengthen his morals, question the bigger picture, and grow as an individual (after the whole ‘noble’ mine-bomb) it’s a big deal 

Therefore he will not relent in his pursuit of Byleth unless they explicitly tell him to stop. If words don’t work then he instantly pegs for quality time and acts of affirmation 

Greets them every morning, carries their supplies, invites them to tea, delivers lost items, etc. People really do peg him as a kiss ass. 

He doesn’t get the ‘heart flutters’ that people talk about. When he’s beside the professor he just feels energized. Like he could actually beat Edelgard ‘could’ is the key word in that scentence

“Good morning Professor! If your schedule allows it, would you care to join me for tea later this afternoon? Your company would make it the perfect level of sweetness” 

Linhardt: 

A firm believer of “age is but a number”

It’s more of his personal beliefs that tone down any pursuit of the professor. They are currently in a position of power over him that halts any relationship progression at a professional level. 

So as any healthy person does: he vents any growing affection into his studies

He h a t e s how they make him restless.He’ll be feeling drowsy one moment but then their face will pop into his mind 

He can’t even sleep through class. Not with them there 

Actually works in the class’ favor since he starts contributing to the lectures. If you can’t beat them then might as well join them 

This is how it is during pre-timeskip for the most part. Occasionally he will let his thoughts slip but never any action

He has crests to research and Byleth has students that seemingly want to die by the hour. There is literally no time to flirt 

Now AFTER the timeskip, things are different. Linhardt is a blunt person which sometimes works in his favor. Just so happens that flirting comes naturally to him  

most of the time it doesn’t though

“Could you refrain from doing that? It’s distracting”                                      “Linhardt, i’m stretching. How is that distracting?”                                         “You are an attractive individual. Need I say more?” 

Life is short. He has no filter 

Bernadetta: 

“HI PROFESSOR!”                                                                                       “Afternoon Bernadetta. I see you’re out of your room today”                       “W-what? OH! Yes. Y-y-yEs i aM IM SORRY I’LL GO BACK PLEASE DON’T PATRONIZE MEEEEE” 

She’s scared. What’s new? 

The girl never expected to have these feelings. One night she was painting when what was supposed to be a cloud began to resemble her professor 

It was downhill from there.

Her behavior is exactly the same as prior to her feelings. Being a naturally jittery person works to her advantage, no one suspects a thing! 

Compared to simply being friends it will take longer for her to be comfortable 

She will avoid Byleth at all times outside of lessons. It’s just too hard to communicate anymore 

Eventually her outer shell will crack. The once new feelings will begin to feel normal and the old bernie will be back. Jittery, hyperactive, kind, lovable bernie 

[xenia-cenia]

Dorothea X F!Reader - Songfic

Song: Love Like You - Steven Universe

If I could could begin to be half of what you think of me

Dorothea giggled as you played with her hair, compliments rolling off her tongue like butter. There was no doubt in her mind that everything she was saying was true, no hesitation that she’s wrong.

“Dorothea,” you laughed and leaned over her shoulder, “You flatter me so much, you’re so sweet.”

“Not as sweet as you.”

You smiled, “I wish I could be as selfless as you, Doro.”

Her eyes widened, she tilted her head down with a small smile on her face, “You flatter me, (Y/N).”

I could do anything

“Hey, hey, Doro! Could you teach me how to sing?”

Dorothea turned, somewhat stunned at your request, “Me? I’m not nearly as good as Manuela...”

You grabbed her hands and pulled them towards your chest, “You don’t give yourself enough credit. Besides, I want to learn from you.”

Her chest swelled, promises floating in the light air. 

I could even learn how to love

“Hey, Dorothea!” The nobleman approached her, “I know you’re a commoner... but I think I’m in love with you! Marry me, you can reap the benefits of my family and wealth and-”

“I’m good, thanks though.” Dorothea smiled and walked away, tucking a tuft of hair behind her ear.

“Wh... wait! I thought this is what you wanted! A noble and...!”

Dorothea looked over her shoulder, a slight blush on her cheeks, “I want something else now.”

I always thought I might be bad now I’m sure that it’s true

“Look at her! I heard she seduced everybody to get into Garreg Mach.”

“Ew! That’s so gross.”

“I know right?”

Dorothea tried to block out the whispers swimming around her head.

‘Cus I think you’re so good and I’m nothing like you

“Hey! Cut it out!” A voice pierced through the crowd. Dorothea turned to see you yelling at the gossipers, “It doesn’t matter how she got in here, she’s proved herself time and time again! Are you jealous of her? Is that it? She’s the most talented person I know, she deserves a place here just as much as you! No...scratch that. She deserves it more than you.”

You ended up storming off in the other direction, not even noticing Dorothea standing there, clutching her wrist and trying to fight off the tears.

Look at you go, I just adore you

She sat during the practice battles, watching you cut through whoever you sparred againsts defenses with little to no effort. Winning the battle with not even so much as a scratch on you. Dorothea loved watching you spin the blade in your hands, confidence oozing from your strikes. A bubbly feeling overtook her chest as she watched. 

What was this feeling? She hoped it never went away.

I wish that I knew what makes you think I’m so special

“Doro!” You called to her, excitedly jumping at her, “You were so cool! The way you cast spell after spell at the enemy! Wow! What can’t you do?”

“Lysithea did it the same, if anything she did it better-” She stopped talking when she saw the disagreement in your eyes.

“You did it amazingly, Doro. It dosen’t matter if someone did it better, what matters is you did it.”

She smiled to herself as she brought you into a deep hug, “Awww, (Y/N)! You’re so sweet!”

If I could begin to do something that does right by you

“Hey, Ashe?” Dorothea called to the small blue lions archer, who turned to her with a smile.

“What do you need, Dorothea?”

“I want to try cooking something for... somebody. I was wondering if you could help me?”

With no hesitation Ashe smiled, “Sure! Who are we cooking for? Do you know what they like to eat?” 

“Oh, uhm... I have a list here of their favorite food.”

I would do anything

“(Y/N)!” Dorothea barged into your room while you were studying holding something behind her back.

“Doro! What’s up?” You leaned back from your chair and shut your book, happy for a distraction.

“Let’s go have tea!”

“Right now...?”

“Yes!”

You smiled and stood up, “You really have to warn me in advance for these things.” You and Dorothea walked to the outdoor eating area, her constantly hiding her hands behind her back.

I would even learn how to love

You gasped when you saw the giant meal lied out on one of the tables, “Doro! Did you do this?”

She swung around in front of you, and gave you a small wrapped box, “Happy birthday, (Y/N).”

“I had totally forgotten!” You exclaimed as you unwrapped the present, a gasp falling from your mouth as you looked at the expensive necklace lying inside of the box, “Doro, you didn’t...”

Dorothea nervously smiled, “You like it, right?”

“Oh, I love it!” You pulled Dorothea into a tight hug, “I love it so much! Can you help me put it on?”

When I see the way you look

On it’s own, the necklace was beautiful. But when you wore it? Dorothea couldn’t contain her blush at how amazing you looked. Her lips moved before she had a chance to stop them, “I love you.”

Shaken by how long it took

You cupped your hands around Dorotheas face and kissed her sweetly, both of your heartbeats increasing and blushes mixing.

When you finally pulled away, her hands still lightly encircling your hips, you whispered to her, “I love you too.”

I could do anything

She watched as you drank tea and ate the meal she and Ashe had created, her face resting in her palms, a dopey smile on her face. 

“Doro,” you teased, stealing her hat and putting it on, “Aren’t you going to eat?”

She exhaled as she spoke, “I can’t believe I got somebody like you.”

I could even learn how to love like you

You breathlessly stood, wiped food from your face, and pulled her forward and kissed her again. People stared at your confidence and some recoiled in shock when she kissed back.

Between kisses you whispered into her ear, “Now do you believe it?”

Even though I can’t compare and I’m sorry if I stare

You and Dorothea were sitting in your dorm room, making fun of the various proposal letters delivered to you, “I hate this whole crest-bearer stuff. All these snooty guys trying to get me pregnant... none of them compare to you, Doro.”

You were wearing a bra and underwear, sprawled out over Dorotheas lap, your head nuzzled into her shoulder. She read each letter, looking at the promised dowry for your hand in marriage. 

Money, estate, stability. They offered everything to you. All she could offer was herself, and that wasn’t very good.

“Doro?”

“Hm? What’s wrong?”

“You look sad. Would you like to not read these anymore?”

“No, don’t mind me.” She smiled and reached for the next one, “This one is from... a minor noble from the Alliance. He isn’t even offering money!”

“How dare he?” You dramatically gasped, “My love is to be bought, not earned!” 

Dorothea laughed and pulled you close, “I guess I need some more money then, huh?”

You giggled, “You bought me over with your personality, Doro.”

She smiled and kissed your forehead, “I hope you like your purchase.”

I just want to do everything

Dorothea slumped against the wall, you still curled in her lap, as she quietly reviewed her notes for your next singing lesson. She hoped the song she picked wasn’t so far out of your range that you’d strain yourself. With her free hand, she played with your hair and found herself quietly humming a song she wrote. 

Maybe I could learn how to love

She held your hands in hers, as she sang. The lyrics that came from her heart, finally met your ears. She hoped you’d like them - though she knew you’d only sing her praises no matter what.

When she was finished, you reached into your pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and a small bag.

People say this love is wrong but all I want is to belong

Right as you began reading your note, a yelled silenced you both. 

“Marry within your station! The goddess hates you!”

You shut your eyes, took a shaky breath and read your note.

I can say without a doubt everyone should learn how to love like you

“Dorothea Arnault... will you accept this ring?” You pulled a golden ring that was adorned with a blue rock in the shape of a heart out of your bag. “I know I can’t offer a lot... I’d love to do everything for you, and-and we’re still young but-”

She slid the ring onto her finger and pulled you by the waist, “I’d love to.”

As she kissed you, her soft lips pressing against your slightly agape mouth, one thought crossed your mind. 

I want to love like you, Doro.

[sxrensxngwrites]

reunion at dawn - ferdinand von aegir x reader

summary: you and ferdinand used to be the best of friends back at garreg mach, but know that war has broken out the two of you have been separated. ferdinand recalls your friendship, and eagerly awaits your return.

fluff / angst

warnings: silver snow route, not really any spoilers that you don't know if you've played the game before, reader has a described hair length because it's important to the plot, reader is a brawler, probably some grammar errors let’s be honest.

note: currently working on getting my other FE:3H fics on here, but in the mean time they’re on my wattpad and ao3

cross-posted on my wattpad and ao3

masterlist

Ferdinand didn't know if it was pointless returning to the monastery all these years later or not. In the war-torn continent of Fodlan, it was entirely unlikely that anyone from his old class would return.

He knew Petra had gone back to Brigid to assist her grandfather, and Dorothea had gone to help with the orphaned children. He hadn't heard from Caspar, Linhardt, or even Bernadetta. The three of them had seemingly disappeared overnight, never to return. He prayed to Sothis that they were alright. Hopefully they had gotten the same idea that he had, and gotten out of Adrestia before things got too bad.

You were an entirely different story.

Ferdinand had considered you one of his closest friends, if not his best. Unlike Edelgard and the rest of his classmates, you had an ability to make him feel appreciated, which most of the students at Garreg Mach lacked in. They were not intentionally rude, but it seemed they all thought he talked too much, or that he was ill-suited for whatever task needed to be done. You had always told him that he was good at riding horses, and you had always accepted his invitations to tea.

You were always overflowing with cheer, although a bit rough around the edges. Those who didn't know you very well likened you to Caspar, saying how the both of you were too excitable and always eager to jump into a fight. Ferdinand knew different. You might've been good friends with Caspar, but you were very different from your blue-haired classmate. You had always been patient, and very good at calming those who got upset. You always seemed to know what to say to people, and got along with most anyone. It wasn't uncommon to see you dueling with Felix, or talking to Ignatz in the library.

You and Ferdinand were an odd duo. You had met in class like everyone else, but you seemed to be able to understand the noble like no one else could. No one had expected a brawling-commoner to become fast friends with the put-together noble. Yet, both of you got along exceptionally well.

He could vividly recount the many days the two of you had spent together. They had been some of his fondest.

Once he tried to teach you how to ride a horse. You had told him that you were bad at it all together, but he didn't seem to believe you. You couldn't even stay in the back of the beast for more than a minute, as it started trying to buck you off. He remembered giving you a guilty smile and agreed that maybe you did have back luck. You later opted to share Ferdinand's horse with him, arms snaked around his middle. Ferdinand's face was flushed that day, but he swore he hid it excellently.

The two of you would often go out to the meadow behind the monastery and have picnics and tea. He remembered one time in particular where you had taken your long hair down out of your hairstyle, and taught him how to braid. He flushed scarlet again, but never denied you on your offer. He tried his hardest to follow your instructions, even attempting to work in a few wildflowers, but the braids paled in comparison to yours. You humored him, and left the loose wildflower plaits in for the rest of the day.

Life at Garreg Mach had been far more enjoyable with you alongside him. To Ferdinand you had been his closest comrade and only confidant. Although, he feared that was just because you were good at talking to most anyone, not because you valued him as a friend. He hated to admit it, but he might've been miserable if you weren't there to make him smile.

It had been no secret that the two of you had feelings for each other back in your academy days. Dorothea had been the first to pick up on it, often teasing Ferdinand about his crush whenever she got the chance. He never knew if she did the same to you, but he hoped that was the case.

He had prayed greatly after the war broke out and everyone split up. He prayed to Sothis to your safety, and that the two of you would be reunited again. He had felt selfish at first, but he needed you to be safe.

He presumed that you had gone back to your home village, but even he knew that it was highly unlikely since Edelgard would be searching high and low for any of the Black Eagles.

Ferdinand stood looking down at the ruins near the base of Garreg Mach, the sun rising behind them. He had met up with Linhardt and Bernadetta on his way to the old school, which had reassured him. It was nice to know that at least some of his classmates had decided to come back.

He searched the ruins as the trio went in further, hoping to see you. Once he reached the top he could see your distinct head of hair next to Caspar in the distance. He immediately felt his heart race and couldn't wait to speak to you again.

After the battle all the old students meandered to the center of the ruins, hoping for the reunion of the century.

Ferdinand could hardly contain his excitement whenever he saw you. It had been nearly five years since he last saw you, and time had shown so.

Ferdinand couldn't begin to explain how beautiful you had become.

Your long hair that he once tried to braid in the meadow was now cropped at your shoulders. You had the top part of it pulled up, although a few stray bangs stayed behind on your forehead. It suited you.

You hadn't grown much, but your uniform was now replaced with war armor and you sported a bruise along your lip.

You had obviously been through a lot in the five years since he'd seen you, and Ferdinand couldn't even begin to fathom all you had seen in the last five years.

As you turned to look at Ferdinand, your face paled and your smile dropped.

Ferdinand panicked. Why did you look so shocked? Did you not want to see him?

Without waiting any longer, you dropped your large gauntlets and bounded towards Ferdinand. You jumped and hugged him around his shoulders, hiding your face in his shoulder.

"I missed you, Ferdie." He could feel your muffled words on his neck, and he couldn't hide the small smile creeping up along his face. He squeezed you in a tight hug, a slight tear beginning to dribble out of his eye.

"I missed you too."

[randoimago]

Can you do headcanons for Dorothea and Ferdinand’s (Three Houses) s/o being the lead in the school play (separate, not poly lmao)

Sorry if that was worded weird 😭

S/O Getting the Lead in the School Play

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Character(s): Dorothea, Ferdinand

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): Nope you did great!

Dorothea

Well she's the other lead so she's very happy for you. It definitely makes it a lot more fun to practice lines since she knows you're actually trying and so is she.

Makes sure that you both always attend any meet before the play just in case there are any changes and just to keep up with the others that are going to be in the play. Dorothea just wants to make sure that everything will be perfect, she takes theater very seriously.

Not even nervous the night of the play. She's done this so often and knows exactly what to do to keep herself calm. Dorothea does make sure to give you all sorts of compliments and optimism if you are nervous.

Ferdinand

He's so happy for you! Ferdinand did audition for a lead but didn't get it. He ended up as a side character at least so he'll be supporting you on stage and behind it as well.

Is more than happy to bring you all sorts of flower bouquets and fruit baskets to celebrate you getting the lead. Doesn't even care if it gets to be too much, it's what you deserve.

Ferdinand is more than happy to practice lines with you, but he also might give you some tips and such on what tones to use or to throw a bit more emotion at points. It's not all useless advice, but it can be a bit much at times.

[frickingnerd]

confessing to dorothea

pairing: dorothea arnault x gn!commoner!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, confession (reader to dorothea), nervous commoner!reader, happy ending

you had been in love with dorothea for quite a while now, yet never had the courage to confess to her

you always thought that she was only interested in royals and rich men, so you had never tried your luck with her, given you were a commoner

you had waited all this time, until slowly time started to run out and it was time for the two of you to graduate

either you would tell her now or you'd have to bury those feelings for her inside of you for the rest of your life

you chose the first option, deciding that now was the best time to confess to her! 

if she'd turn you down, you'd just go your separate ways and you'd be able to move on, knowing she didn't feel the same way

after the graduation ceremony, you had invited her to the goddess tower

when dorothea arrived there, shortly after you, you didn't waste any time to confess to her! 

you told her about everything; how your crush on her started, that you had been in love with her for months now and that you had always been too afraid to tell her about it, thinking she wouldn't feel the same, since she was only interested in royalty and not a commoner like you

when you mentioned the last part, dorothea looked a little hurt

to your surprise, she told you it didn't matter to her that you were a commoner

all she wanted in a partner was someone that would accept her the way she is, with all her flaws and someone who doesn't just like her for her looks

and after everything you said, it sounded like you were that person…

you couldn't believe your own luck as dorothea smiled at you and carefully took your hands, while telling you she would love to be your girlfriend

in the end, it didn't matter to her that you were a commoner. all that mattered was that you loved her for her personality and not her looks…

[randoimago]

"Getting your lover a flowerpot" for Dorothea, Mercedes and Lysithea (all from fe3h), please?

"Getting your lover a flowerpot"

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Character(s): Dorothea, Lysithea, Mercedes

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): You got it!

Dorothea

She's not really a gardening person, much more used to getting the flowers after they're grown. But points for being creative!

Might try to grow something just because you did go through the trouble of getting her a flower pot. Would probably ask you for some help since she's new at this.

Her first plant ends up dying and she freaks out about it and thinks she's awful. Does so much more research because she is going to raise a plant baby right.

Mercedes

Oh she loves plants. Not really one for growing them, but she does think it could be very beneficial. There are tons of plants used for medicine and antidotes for when magic is depleted.

Also kind of clueless about what plant and how to raise said plant, but you got her this lovely flower pot so she's going to try!

Absolutely asks Dedue, Ashe, and you for help. She's never done this and it becomes like a fun thing for you guys to all hang out too!

Lysithea

She's so busy with schoolwork and practicing her spells that adding a plant on top of that would just drain her.

So she takes the lovely flower pot you gave her and uses it to put some of her school supplies and books in. Might also use it to hide some candies or cakes she's wrapped up and then places something that looks like dirt on top to hide her treats.

Does thank you for the gift. Even if she's not using it for it's intended purpose, she appreciates the present very much!

[frickingnerd]

Black Eagles Masterlist

Edelgard von Hresvelg

↳ Masterlist

Hubert von Vestra

↳ Masterlist

Ferdinand von Aegir

dating ferdinand von aegir - headcanons

ferdinand's crush dating someone else - headcanons

love triangle with ferdinand & lorenz - headcanons

Caspar von Bergliez

fake dating caspar von bergliez - headcanons

caspar's s/o training with his father - headcanons

caspar with a sibling who's a sweet heart - headcanons

poly relationship with caspar & ashe - headcanons

Linhardt von Hevring

cuddling with linhardt - headcanons

Dorothea Arnault

confessing to dorothea - headcanons

dorothea with an insomniac s/o - headcanons

dorothea torn between you & edelgard - headcanons

Petra Macneary

fake dating petra - headcanons

petra reuniting with her crush - headcanons

Bernadetta von Varley

bernadetta having a crush on you - headcanons

[randoimago]

Hello there Kat! Can I ask for naoto from persona 4 and Dorothea from three houses with an S/O who likes to steal and wear their hats everytime they can? Thank you and have a good day!

S/O Likes to Steal and Wear Their Hat

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses, Persona 4

Characters: Dorothea, Naoto Shirogane

Type of Request: Headcanons

Notes: Sure thing!! You have a good day too!!

Fire Emblem

Dorothea

The first time her hat went “missing” she panicked slightly because she wasn’t having the best hair day and her hat is good at hiding it.

She went to ask you if you’ve seen it, only to find it on top of your head.

Honestly, if she is okay with you taking her hat (because she does tell you that there will be days when she needs it and will be upset if you take it), she’ll probably leave it someplace super obvious for you to take.

Would compliment you endlessly about how cute her hat looks on you. Not as good as on her-- just kidding! Seriously, you’re adorable!

Persona 4

Naoto

Probably just sighs when her hat goes missing. She knows she needs to clean up and thinks it probably got lost in the organized mess of her office.

Then she sees that you have it on and can’t help but chuckle at how proud you look with having her hat. She’ll ask for it back, pouting slightly when you jokingly tell her, “nope!”

From then on, her hat keeps going “missing” and she’s quick to find you as she doesn’t need detective skills to know you’re the culprit. Really doesn’t mind too much when you take her hat, but she would like a heads up now and then.

She might go and buy a second hat that’s almost like the one she has just so maybe you’ll stop stealing hers so often? Spoiler alert, you don’t.