#felix x dorothea

[misscoolisback123]

Fire Emblem Otome Game Headcanon for Bernadetta

This is an otome Headcanon I have for Bernadetta if I were to make a Fire Emblem otome game where you can play as Bernadetta. This is loosely based on a fanfic I read on Ao3 where several characters wanted to marry Bernadetta only for some of them to end up with other people:

Female Options:

Edelgard

Petra

Catherine

Dorothea

F Shez

Male Options:

Hubert

Ferdinand

Caspar

Felix

Linhardt

Male Byleth

Raphael

Sylvain

Dimitri

M Shez

Just like the Edelgard version, you can have the option of changing your name or keeping it the way it is. For both versions, you'll be able to buy premium items using money you receive within the game. No need to buy the credits! There will be special events, gacha cards, and gacha rewards. There will be mini games you can play in order to get money in the game.

[fiction-box]

Hello! I would like to request F!Reader x Felix

It is the Winter Ball. One of them is weary of the dancing, the crowds and the merriment and decides to take refuge in the Training Grounds - only to find that the other had the exact same idea. They decide to do something that's more fun than dancing - a sparring match. Bonus points if reader is wearing a fancy gown the whole time.

Whenever your time allows - thank you in advance!

You are very welcome, and I would like to thank you for being respectful of my time.

I seem to be on a roll with these longer stories. I don't know why - more ideas just keep pouring into my head, and of course I want to do every conflict justice.

Thank you for giving me freedom with perspective! I wanted to write something from the view of Felix since I had yet to truly write for him.

Requests are open. The story will continue under the cut.

You stood by yourself on the sidelines of the great hall, your purple dress sparkling against the downward lighting of the chandeliers. There was nothing particularly interesting about you right now; you simply surveyed the dancers on the checkered floor. Dimitri led Mercedes through an elegant twirl, Ingrid talked Ashe through the steps of the waltz, Annette and Sylvain engaged in a heated discussion over something that probably wouldn’t matter in about fifteen minutes…

…and Felix was staring at you.

The swordsman had refused to do any more than the bare minimum for the ball. That meant that despite his suit - one required by the Archbishop’s insipid dress code - his hair remained up off his neck, and his back pressed against the wall.

Dorothea had been making eyes at him from across the room for the past three minutes now. Felix told himself that was the reason he kept staring at you. If he and the songstress never made eye contact, she wouldn’t do anything stupid. Besides, she didn’t seem interested in asking anyone to dance; the brunette would only be accepting such invitations tonight.

Why the hell did he even care?

He didn’t, but he followed your line of sight to Dimitri. The boar switched partners to lead Hilda around the floor, an exchange initiated by the up-tempo of the cello and Mercedes’ apparent request for a break.

Why the hell did you even care?

…did you-?

“Jeez Felix, you’re so obvious.”

Sylvain.

“Trying to find the courage to ask her to dance?” the redhead teased. “I could help you out, you know. I’ve heard I’m an excellent wingman.”

“Do I look like I’m interested in moving right now? And since when have you ever helped anyone but yourself?”

“Ouch. I mean, you’re certainly not helping yourself- your suit coat will get wrinkled if you keep leaning against the wall like that.”

“As if I care!” Felix pushed off the wall to contest Sylvain at his full height. He did care. “There’s no point in this - we shouldn’t even be having a ball right now.”

“No- No- No- Hey look, no sweat, okay?” Sylvain verbally backpedaled, putting an arm around his friend’s shoulder to guide him toward the refreshments. Subtly, he ran his hand along the wrinkles of his coat to smooth them out as they walked, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but soirées like these don’t happen very often.”

“So?”

“So, you have just as good a reason to be here as everyone else in this room. You can wait however long you want before asking anyone you want to dance, but it’s pretty frowned upon to return to a party once you leave, you know?”

The heir of Gautier knew him too well. Nonetheless, he did make a good point. There was no need to rush to be flustered - he probably had an hour before the final dance of the night.

A drink found his hand, and the two nobles took up a space several paces away from the table. Felix couldn’t stop his eyes from searching for your shimmering gown.

You were still standing alone, still watching the dancers.

At least your eyes weren’t fixed on the boar this time. The son of Count Gloucester glided a blue-haired lady across the floor, her dress trumpeting as he gracefully led her back and forth. Your attention followed their sweeping motions.

Maybe you really did just want to dance.

His classmate’s hand came to rest on his shoulder again, “I’m just saying, you hate to see it, Felix. A beautiful girl like that, standing all by herself. You better make a move before someone else does - or before I take too much pity on her and ask her myself.”

He had called you a girl, “Stay away from her.”

“I’ll put in a good word for you, kay?”

But he headed the opposite direction. The bluenette watched him connect with a pouting Dorothea, immediately starting some banter he was sure he couldn’t care less about.

Felix found himself growing impatient, despite everything his friend said moments ago. If he was going to do this, he might as well get it over with now. That way the two of you would either get as much time as possible to spend together, or he could end his attendance at this event because the one reason for which he cared to stay wanted nothing to do with him.

Only, there was no place to put his drink.

Since you were standing by the southern entrance, and he loitered near the drinks at the western wall, you could see him out of your peripheral. That meant you could catch him too easily if he were to look at you again. Not that it wasn’t already considered rude to stare.

Taking a sip of the cool, vanilla drink, his mind began to think it through a bit. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to make eye contact. It would give him an excuse to approach you.

And another thing - although you hadn’t been alone the whole ball, you hadn’t been approached by any men, either. Even working to put his bias out of the way, you were objectively attractive. It didn’t-

Goddess, and you belonged to a house in the kingdom, too. A young, available, attractive noblewoman standing by herself at - judging the crowd - the largest social event of the season.

A mumbled ‘What the hell…?’ parted his lips as he surveyed the room again. He might actually understand Sylvain, for once. Logically, this whole scenario didn’t connect.

Finally finishing his drink and handing off the glass, he found it in himself to turn to face you.

You were not there.

His heart skipped a beat before his gaze scanned the dance floor for your dress, your hair, anything. Upon coming up empty, his mind shoved one thought to the front of his mind.

You left the ball.

Again, why? There were too many important people here for you to just up and leave. You hadn’t tried to mingle this whole time, content with simply watching everyone else twirl about the floor. Then, the moment he became too preoccupied with his drink and with Sylvain to pay attention, you vanished.

In light of recent events, it looked like Felix was about to copy you.

With no further reason to stay, he tried not to make a show of striding to the southern entrance. The last thing he wanted was for someone to chase him out or call him back in, especially if that person had red hair or…or connections to the Mittelfrank Opera Company.

His feet instinctively wound the path to the training grounds. He needed to blow off some steam and get out of his head so he could get some proper rest tonight. Even so, if his mind wouldn’t relent, he would work his body so hard that he’d sleep as soon as he finished bathing himself.

Music trailed him, but it couldn’t compete with the creak of the doors to the training grounds. Once the door shut behind him, Felix was well and truly alone. The notes of the orchestral violins couldn’t penetrate the thick wood and metal, and no one else had any reason to come here tonight.

Still, his actions quickly caught up with him. What was he doing here? Why did it feel like he was running away?

Get a grip.

He wasn’t running away, he just wasn’t wasting time, either. Heading to the rack, Felix grabbed a steel sword. It didn’t matter which one, so long as it was heavy.

The sand of the center pit caved beneath his feet. There was no need for a training dummy to warm up. Routinely, Felix swung the sword over his head. His arms needed to be steady even while his attacks retained momentum and strength.

…10…11…12…

Any time a thought of the ball wormed its way into his head, Felix would shove it out. No point in dwelling on his failure to act - the two of you were far too young for anything serious to happen. No need to worry about Sylvain finding you - after what he said earlier, there was no way he would leave all the other ladies in that room for the one he knew Felix was interested in. He knew Sylvain that well, at least.

…57…58…59…

Why the hell wasn’t this working? Usually he could focus on this. This one thing that belonged to him, that he had done endlessly before that insufferable ball, and that he would continue to endlessly pursue after it. His training should belong to him! This was supposed to be how he grounded himself.

Felix was having a very difficult nig-

The doors to the entrance groaned, a delicate piano solo floating in through the opening as the moonlight guided a figure into the facility.

Upon recognition of the shimmer of your gown, the swordsman lowered the weapon from above his head.

…82…?

Thoughtful of the ongoing formal, you pivoted around the door, slowly and mindfully closing it in an apparent attempt to make as little noise as possible. Finally, you exhaled and turned to the center of the grounds.

“Oh- I- Sorry! Sorry, I’ll go.”

But your eyes hadn’t adjusted to the light of the torches from the darkness outside, so your eyelashes fluttered as you reached past the door.

“No need,” Felix frowned. “You chose to come here, I don’t own the place.”

“Wait, Felix?” you marveled, turning back around only to blink against the light again. “I didn’t recognize you. I thought you were someone on maintenance.”

What. “What kind of maintenance staff wears a suit?”

“I didn’t get a good look, okay?” you defended, your eyes finally staying open and guiding you to where he currently stood.

Being this close to you now…it felt strange. Your makeup had been expertly applied, supposedly with help from Mercedes and Annette, the tailoring of your dress was much more obvious…

“But why are you here? You’re dressed for the ball, and I remember seeing you when I walked in.”

“You first,” he countered. “What did you think you were going to accomplish here in an evening gown?”

That caught you off guard. Your eyes found a spot on the ground beside you before trailing to the wall.

“I don’t know. I didn’t really have a plan. I’m not even sure why I’m here - I just feel like I’m supposed to be.”

His eyes narrowed, “What, are you trying to trick me into thinking this was fated or something?”

Your gaze drew back to him, confusion etched across your face.

“What?”

“Sylvain must have said something to you then, is that it?”

But you only looked more lost than you did before, “I’m sorry, I don’t follow. Sylvain and I haven’t spoken since…” your line of sight shifted above his head and slightly to the side, “…two days ago…? Professor Byleth puts us on stable duty every few days.”

The bluenette’s knuckles turned white as he clenched the hilt of his sword. Sylvain never said anything about this. Felix had no clue you were spending so much time together.

“Forget it,” he insisted, “you’re here, so we might as well do something productive. Spar with me.”

“In an evening gown? You practically said it yourself, I can’t do anything wearing this.”

Goddess save him, he did not know how to handle this situation. In terms of guiding the conversation, he did not think this through. There didn't seem to be a way for him to keep changing the subject or coming up with an idea for you to stay here, either.

All his defense mechanisms were failing, and he was becoming frustrated.

“Okay, your turn,” you crossed your arms, saving him for a moment. “Why did you leave the ball to come here?”

“There wasn’t a reason for me to stay, anymore.”

Some of the light in your eyes dimmed, just enough for him to catch it happening. Just enough to make him wonder why.

“Hang on,” he recovered, “you know I left to come here.”

“That’s not a question,” you affirmed.

“But you didn’t leave to come here. So why weren’t you at the ball?”

Your brows furrowed slightly, “I was at the ball-“

“No, you left before I did,” he asserted. “What were you doing in the time before you arrived here?”

Perhaps he was revealing too much. It shouldn’t matter anyway, and a normal person wouldn’t care this much. Even so, if you wanted to say you were just “called to be here”, he could reasonably contest that any information was up for grabs.

The way you stared at him had a way of making his neck warm. It was like you thought the answers were hidden in his eyes, your gaze focused as you supposedly retraced your night.

“Well, I did leave the ball for a little bit…” you recalled slowly.

After allowing you a moment, he pressed a bit, “Why?”

“Oh- Well, um…I needed to use the ladies’ room? At least, that’s the only other time I can remember leaving.”

The ladies’ room…?

Goddess, he was such a fool.

It was his turn to turn his head to the side, “I see.”

If his eyes could have burned the sand, the whole pit would be glass right now. 

His thoughts were quickly interrupted. Out of the corner of his eye, Felix noticed you slipping off your shoes.

“What are you doing?”

“Well,” you started, kicking the raised flats to the side before picking up a training lance from where someone had discarded it, “this dress doesn’t have sleeves, and I figured that if I took my shoes off, it would be easier to move. The slit up my leg should keep me mobile enough, so long as I don’t have to run.”

Damn, you were actually going to do this.

You lowered into a fighting stance upon returning to the pit opposite him. A smile lighting up your face.

“The sand feels so weird. It makes me wonder if this is what the beach feels like.”

But the two of you lived in Faerghus your whole lives, so he couldn’t tell you.

“Don’t think I’ll go easy on you just because you’re dressed differently.”

“Right, then let’s get started.”

You looked prepared to assume the defensive position; a smart move, considering that too much movement might mean you would slip on the long fabric of your clothing.

Felix far from opposed. He was used to being the offense, anyway.

Placing one foot in front of the other, he crossed the grounds and held his sword up to strike. Quick and easy - the point would go to him before you could even-

Your eyes widened, “Felix, wait! Don’t-!”

He hadn’t registered your words fast enough to stop himself. Intuitively, you held your lance up to defend yourself, and that’s when Felix realized what you were so worried about.

The weapon he was using wasn’t meant for sparring.

Breaking above your head, the wooden pole of your lance gave in. Felix stumbled forward, fighting for his balance as you rolled to the side in an attempt to protect your head.

He hissed, cursing himself for making such an amateur (and deadly) mistake, “Damn, my bad.”

“Goddess,” he heard you breathe, your eyes wide from your position on the ground, “I thought I was about to die.”

That was a thought. His eagerness to train and avoid an awkward encounter with you nearly...well, it wouldn’t have been pretty.

Leaving you to get yourself up, he moved to trade the steel sword for a wooden one. The noble also elected to take off his blazer and leave it behind, giving his arms better range of motion.

Turning back around, he noticed you were still struggling to rise to your feet.

“Seriously? It can’t be that hard.”

But just watching you made him want to take it back. The sand had become uneven from when you dodged toward the ground, and your dress kept finding its way under your feet whenever you tried to stand. Whenever you pooled the fabric out of the way in one area, it only gathered in another to slide under you. Not to mention that after so much struggle, the yellow grains were all over your skin and gown. It looked uncomfortable, at best.

Frowning, Felix approached, “Hang on.”

With your consent, he placed his hands at your waist and lifted you to the point you could stand again. You thanked him, a light flush on your cheeks that he tried not to think too hard about.

“I’d say that was embarrassing,” you started, “but considering I very nearly earned a trip to Manuela a moment ago, I don’t think I should care.”

“Sorry about that.”

“Nothing bad came of it, so I don’t mind. Still, you should work on your etiquette.”

The swordsman raised a brow, “Excuse me?”

“You left me to fend for myself in the sand for two minutes while you went to exchange your sword and take off your coat. It’s like I’m not even here,” you teased, approaching the training racks. “And then not only did you prioritize your sword over helping me, but you couldn’t even grab me a new lance.”

“I’m here to fight, nothing else. If you have a problem with that, no one’s forcing you to stay.”

In all fairness, you were right. He was too wrapped up in being with you to register that he was about to hurt you, and then he was too worried about how he almost hurt you to remember to help you back up again.

Why was he so bad at this?

Thankfully, you seemed to ignore the more bitter parts of his previous statement and took it for what it was - a proposition to rematch.

You found your places opposite one another, preparing for a genuine spar. Felix watched you sink into your defensive position again, nodding to confirm you were ready. 

This time when he charged, his sword remained in a lower position. He wanted to slice upwards, reading your potential roll to the side while still being ready to follow up swiftly.

The moment he brought the sword up into you, you pivoted and thrust the lance forward. It would have technically impaled him, but you were courteous enough (and skilled enough) to angle the weapon so it slid against his side instead.

Felix halted the momentum of his arms, bringing them down slowly and preventing the hit he would have landed on you.

“That one goes to you.”

Switching sides with you, the second son ran his hand along his side. A warmup, nothing more. You wouldn’t go down easy, and neither would he.

You were once again prepared, and Felix signaled that the second round had begun, but he did not rush forward. If you wanted to hit him, you would need to put yourself at risk.

It didn’t take long for you to catch on, though you make a point to approach at a casual walk.

“Are you serious?”

“Are you? You think I’m foolish enough to run at you after I couldn’t stand on my own? If you wanted to go fast, you should have taken up offense again.”

Once you were close enough, you suddenly lunged twice and brought your lance down and across his body. Felix lept back before charging forward, but you came in with a block.

You held strong against his resistance, but your feet couldn’t find a proper stance thanks to your limited range of motion. He probably had your fear of slipping on the fabric again to thank, as well.

Deliberately, Felix stepped on your dress.

A gasp parted your lips as the heels of your feet slid forward. You fell backward only for Felix to step forward and catch you, one arm around your back, one hand holding his sword to your throat.

“Th-that’s not fair, and you know it,” you protested, breaths quickened from the adrenaline of almost falling.

“You chose to come fight in this. You think your opponent is going to care how you’re dressed?”

After a moment, you relented, “Fine, you win this one.”

Usually, Felix would be okay with the “whatever means necessary” ideology. When it came to you, however, it only worried him. Did he really need you to have a disadvantage for him to win?

He lowered you to the ground before picking you up again, presuming you would take longer to regain your footing if he left you on the sand. You were set upright on your feet at the solid edge of the pit.

As he reached the other side of the sands, he noted that you still looked bitter - probably about the last point. Perhaps that could work in his favor.

However, even after several seconds, the emotion in your eyes didn’t go away. You appeared almost…insulted?

In the back of his mind, he retraced his steps. You yielded the point how you normally would, and you weren’t a sore loser. You appeared more baffled than anything when he had tripped you…

Shit.

Felix had completely manhandled you out of the training area.

And that would explain why you were simultaneously glaring daggers into him and scanning him up and down.

“Don’t worry, I’ll attack this time,” the bluenette managed. In fear of being wrong and coming off egotistical, that was probably the best apology he could give right now.

“Whenever you’re ready.”

No, you were decidedly not happy.

He approached, trying to build as much momentum as possible before choosing to open with a block. If you were looking to parry an attack, he would be left with an opening. If you were looking to block him too, he would likely knock you to the ground and gain the point.

Maybe then he could offer to help you up properly.

No, he needed to stay focused. He was training right now, not apologizing.

Effectively distracted, neither of his plans came to fruition as you reached out and grabbed his cravat, pulling it down and causing him to run past you.

“Wh-!”

A dull stab at his back shoved him out of bounds, taking away any chance he had at regaining his balance. He tumbled to the ground.

“You’ve been impaled, that’s mine.”

He wanted to be mad, but he was more shocked than anything. After all, he could hardly complain after doing a similar thing to you last round.

A hand in his peripheral offered to help him to his feet. Accepting it, he rose, picking his sword up off the ground.

At least that seemed to get everything out of your system, “Maybe you were right, we can’t really accomplish anything serious while we’re dressed like this.”

“It’s not like we…”

A song loud enough to be heard from within the training ground bounced against the walls. It caught him off guard, especially since he hadn’t been able to hear any music since you closed the doors earlier. Whatever they were playing now, the whole orchestra was involved.

“The last dance already?” your head turned to the entrance, as well. “There’s no way…”

“Did you promise someone a dance?” he guessed.

“Something like that,” you worried. “I told Annette and Mercedes that I would be sure to dance with at least someone tonight after all they did for me. I…kind of got carried away watching earlier, and then I got scared I would forget the moves, and then I left to come here.”

He didn’t know what to say, but there was no way you could go back now. Sand covered your slightly tousled hair, your gown, and he was sure it found its way into your shoes. Your cheeks were still somewhat red from earlier, and…

It was all his fault. He even stepped on your gown without thinking.

Goddess, he really needed to start using his head.

Tossing his sword into the sand, Felix took the lance from your hands and threw it aside too. Swiftly, he retrieved your shoes and placed them in front of you.

“Felix, there’s no way…” but you slid them on anyway, “…and the song already began. It will be over by the time I get there.”

Face unreadable, your classmate extended a hand to you. “Do you think it would count if we started now?”

“Wait, what? You…want to dance with me?”

“If you don’t want me to be your partner after everything that’s happened tonight, I’ll understand-“

You took his hand, placing your own on his shoulder and facing him completely, “You lead. I’m still not certain how this one goes.”

It was a lie. It must have been. The moment the pair of you felt the music together, you were off. The strings followed a simple waltz - an accessible dance that even most commoners could perform. An obvious choice for the last dance of the night.

He knew his frame to be stiff, but it didn’t matter. Especially not when you were so blatantly stealing the hypothetical show, swaying and leaning back as the two of you spun gracefully around an invisible point on the ground. Your arms barely ghosted his own.

In a rare moment, he wished his dance partner were less aware, less experienced. He wanted you to lean on him so he could lead you through the dance, but he knew that was not in your nature.

You were charming, assured, and independent. The dance belonged to you, so much so that he felt like a mere prop. He supposed that was how it went in the theatres Sylvain had always dragged him to in the past. The women stole the spotlight while the men were evaluated on how good they could make their partners look.

There was no doubt. You deserved a better partner.

“Hey,” his voice was unsure. It had been several measures since he last used it. “I…you shouldn’t be dancing with me.”

“What are you talking about?” you smiled, coming back to his chest and resuming your normal posture.

“I mean you should be in the great hall, dancing with someone that would actually do you justice,” he suddenly didn’t want to face you. “I feel like I took that away from you. I spend all my time here working with a sword - my last dancing lesson ended when I was twelve.”

He stopped himself, spinning you away before he could say too much. This was about you. You had missed what could have been one of the biggest days of your life. He pulled you back in and met your eyes. Felix missed an event he already planned on skipping.

“...it’s nice. I prefer it. This way it’s just us.”

“Just us?” he hoped you couldn’t hear his heartbeat.

“Oh- I only mean- I don’t have to worry about anyone staring at me because I don’t know the steps or anything.”

It was beginning to make him angry, if only because it made no sense, “Why do you keep saying that?”

You were caught off guard, slipping up for the first time tonight. Felix finally felt useful, steadying you enough to fall back into the orchestra’s rhythm.

“Well, it’s true, isn’t it?” you lowered your voice like you were telling him a secret. “That’s what my sister told me. She and everyone that visited the manor.”

Blinking a bit, you turned to the side, “I’m doing it wrong. My steps are too wide. My arms are too heavy. I must be repulsed by my partner if I’m leaning back that much. Those kinds of things.”

Your partner merely scoffed, “Jealous.”

He hadn’t meant for it to slip out, but he knew.

“They can’t do what you can. There are nobles all over Fodlan like that; people who don’t like being shown up. They’ll say anything to make you give up or feel bad about yourself, but they lack the ambition to do any better themselves.”

“You really think so?”

“Have you met anyone better at dancing than yourself?”

“Well, I…I’ve never seen myself dance before.”

“Then take my word for it. Show Professor Byleth if you doubt it, but just be prepared for her to demand a rematch for the Heron Cup.”

Honestly, Felix didn’t know why he was being so forward about this. It was just another unjust part of the world they were all tripping over themselves to fix, he supposed. Still, if dancers could be trained for the battlefield, he saw no reason for his house to settle on an amateur.

The piano slowed to play a few high notes and end the song on a major chord. Accordingly, the two of you came to a stop.

“Thank you,” you stepped away timidly, “for the dance…and…”

“I wasn’t trying to make you feel better. Manuela could teach you - you could do this on the battlefield much better than whoever actually won the competition.”

You hummed, probably pondering the thought.

Presuming it was time to head back before you both could be found and accused of something mindless, Felix picked up your weapons from where he had discarded them. He caught you brushing the sand off your skin and down your dress before he left to put the items away. The blazer he set aside earlier found its way to his back again, his cravat tucked in appropriately.

You waited across the hall to hold the door for him. Once you both walked through, it shut with a final thud, sealing away everything that happened in the training grounds that night.

He saw you talking to Professor Byleth after class the next day. Although he couldn’t hear what you were saying, some part of him hoped you chose to take his words to heart.

Perhaps it had been a good time to host a ball.

[frickingnerd]

dating dimitri, edelgard & claude

pairing: dimitri alexandre blaiddyd x edelgard von hresvelg x claude von riegan x gn!reader

tags: wholesome fluff to angst (academy phase to war phase), mentions of the three houses, bickering dimiedelclaude

dating the three house leaders isn't an easy task! after all, the three of them don't always get along so well with each other…

during the academy phase, dimitri, edelgard and claude are often bickering with one another over who gets to spend the day with you

things like eating dinner, training or even studying have to be split up between them, so there's always just one of them around you

if necessary, they'll force themselves to get along with each other, but they tend to have busy schedules too, so there isn't always time for that!

claude is the most flirty and openly affectionate one out of the three and by a long shot! he loves to brag about you to his fellow golden deers or anyone who'll listen and he always has his hands on you!

dimitri is quite affectionate too, but only in private! he likes to find some alone time with you and while the blue lions girls happily support his relationship with you, he likes to avoid advice from the blue lions boys, especially felix or sylvain…

edelgard has supportive friends behind her as well! whenever you're on a cute date with edelgard, you can almost be certain that the idea for that date actually came from dorothea instead…

the academy phase is rather lighthearted with the three of them around! sure, they bicker and argue over who's your favorite, but the three of them do get along alright

however, as the war breaks out, you are suddenly forced to choose one of them to side with, which is an impossible choice!

you love all three of them and want to see them happy, yet they are constantly at each other's throats, while also trying to win you over!

you might make it your task to mediate between them, to help dimitri and edelgard sort out their troubles, to have claude open up about his plans and to end the war, but you know it won't be easy…

[kitkatopinions]

Permission to ask about your favourite three houses ships?

Absolutely! My absolute favorite ship from Fire Emblem Three Houses/Hopes is Claude x Lorenz. I know a lot of people hate Lorenz, but I love him, and if you put in the work, his supports with Claude are just everything. They really seemed to lean into it for Three Hopes too. I mean just look at them.

LIKE?!?!?! How can they have this much chemistry and not get married?!?!? I didn't originally ship them, but there's some excellent fanart and once I started thinking about it, it felt so obvious and now it's my OTP.

But I have other ships! My other favorites are Dimitri x male Byleth, Caspar x Lindhart, female Byleth x Mercedes, Rhea x Catherine, Catherine x Shamir, Shez x Arval. And this might sound weird but I also ship Hilda x Dedue (because I wrote a fanfic once where Claude and the golden deer teamed up with Dimitri and saved him before the time skip and Hilda wound up harboring Dimitri and Dedue in her house secretly and me and the person I was writing with wound up loving the dynamic we created for her and Dedue,) and Felix x Holst but not as he is in Three Hopes (because that same fanfic was written prior to the release of Three Hopes so I'd invented my own version of Holst and he and Felix hit it off.)

Also I casually like the ship between Dimitri and Sylvain, Caspar and Ashe, Caspar and Ferdinand, Dorothea and female Byleth, and Leonie and Seteth.

So yeah, very few of them have supports where they wind up officially married, but I love them all the same. Also almost everyone in this game is queer and the only reason why only like four of them are canonical is because the writers are cowards.

[littlequackerman]

Felix Hugo Fraldarius x Reader- late-night training session ⚔️

in which Felix catches the reader sneaking out of the monastery at night to practice their sword skills and decides to help them out.

Tried to keep it gn, no content warnings (if some are needed shoot me an ask and I'll add.)

A.n.: the title sounds like a smut I SWEAR also Felix 🥰💕😔😭❤️🤯🙌🙏also reader has a budding talent in lance but doesn't know it. Anyways enjoy!

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You were a mage. Everyone knew that. Shooting fire and lightning from your hands came far more naturally to you than using a sword. During drills during class with professor Byleth, you did your best to dodge any and all possible usage of the weapon while sparring.

That's why Felix found it odd you were checking out a book from the library titled "Basic Sword Drills- Methods of Fast Improvement at Your Weapon Of Choice." What could make you suddenly want to learn your least favorite weapon? Goddess, you could have walked into that library wielding Freikugel, the legendary weapon itself, and that wouldn't have surprised him as much as you wanting to learn the sword. Okay, that may have been a bit of an exaggeration, but it was still a surprise. As the librarian handed you the book to borrow, he saw you look around as if you were hiding something before slipping the book into your bag and hurrying out of the library, not even noticing him as you left.

As he continued his study session in the library that evening, his thoughts kept straying to you. Although he knew you would reject the offer, he had always considered asking you if you'd like to work on your sword skills with him. The two of you did spar together frequently, but you rarely ever touched a sword and would always use magic. This didn't bother him as he thought you were one of the strongest mages in your class, a rare compliment he would never admit outside of his thoughts. He also often thought of what holding your hand would feel like, or what your first name with his last name would sound like. The two of you had been good friends for a while, so wouldn't you have consulted him if you wanted to learn how to swordfight? Perhaps you were just borrowing the book for a friend. Dorothea had just begun to study the sword after all.

This theory had to be thrown out when late that night, after he finished studying and it was far past curfew, he saw you running out of your dorm room carrying the book. He paused for a moment to consider his actions, and quickly began to tail you. He followed you for a while as you slipped past the church guards and ran into the woods by the monastery. You ran through the woods, with just a small flame you had conjured in your palm for light, until you got to a secluded place among the trees. Felix crouched down behind a rock and some bushes a short distance away and began to watch you.

First he looked at the training area you had made yourself. All that was there was a training dummy you had managed to sneak from the training ground and a lantern hanging off a tree branch. In a pile were a sword, lance, axe, and some bandages as well. He watched you light the lantern and remove your hood. You opened the book with one hand and held your training sword in the other. You awkwardly stepped into the proper stance and began to mimic the motions you saw in the book before closing it and finishing the drill set. You ran those beginner drills for about fifteen minutes before turning towards the training dummy. You began to practice on the training dummy, hacking at it mercilessly with your sword, but your movements were sluggish and sloppy, and you began to grow increasingly frustrated as time went on. Eventually you threw your sword onto the ground and went to sit with your back to a tree.

You had no idea the entire ordeal was being watched by Felix. All he wanted as he watched was to step in and help you fix your movements, but he restrained himself. You'd probably become angry with him if you found out he had followed you to your little training area.

You got up from your spot and walked up to your weapon pile, grabbing a lance. You went over to the training dummy and sliced it's head off in one clean cut with the lance. You began to hit the head with your lance, trying to keep it off the ground. Eventually you hit it a little more aggressively into the air, and hit it again as it came back down, blasting it into the trunk of a nearby tree and leaving a huge dent in the tree. You stood there panting, before beginning to simply twirl your lance in your hands, throwing it into the air and catching it, and doing some basic fighting movements.

Felix, meanwhile, sat there in his bush, stunned at how you had been able to send the dummy head into the tree like that. He had genuinely thought for a second that the tree was going to fall down. Obviously a little magic had been used, but such a clean strike with a lance for a beginner was surprising. You clearly were just full of surprises. He watched you mess around with the lance for a little while longer before he followed you back to the monastery dorms.

The next night, he followed you into the woods again, and watched as you again tried to use the sword, got frustrated, and switched to the lance. He followed you again a few nights later to see if you were still at it, and he found you were. It was the fifth night he knew you were going out into your secret spot in the woods and he was tired of watching you fumble around with weapons like a pegasus with a quill and ink (Ingrid had taught him that one). When he saw you begin to grow frustrated with your attacks on the training dummy he stepped out of the bushes and made his presence known.

"How long do you plan on fumbling around with that sword before you ask for help?" He scoffed, getting your attention.

The sudden voice behind you made you jump and drop your sword. You turned around to face felix.

"Felix? What the HELL are you doing here? How long have you been here? You're gonna get me caught!"

"Tell me, y/n. Why did you suddenly decide to learn how to use a sword? You've always avoided it, why choose to learn it? And why alone in the middle of the woods? You could have just asked me or the professor for help instead of flailing around every night!" He asked you, his tone shifting from a calm and inquisitive one to a frustrated one.

"Hold on Felix. How did you know I've been coming here every night? How long have you been following me for?!"

The weight of his actions suddenly grew heavy on his conscience. Following you into the woods every night and watching you was creepy...

"Okay... I'll admit, following you into the woods was weird. I'm sorry." He turned his head towards the ground for a second before looking back up at you . "If you want to continue your little sword training sessions I won't follow you anymore. But you're clearly struggling and it's exhausting to watch."

You were shocked. Why was the ever-cold Felix suddenly offering you his help?

"Look, felix. It's not that I don't appreciate the offer-"

But before you could finish your statement, you heard footsteps behind you. You turned around and saw three men dressed in black wearing masks. They held swords pointed at you and Felix and carried burlap sacks.

"We made a good catch tonight, boys!" The mysterious man at the front of the group said. "Two of those church school kids... yeah, we're gonna get some good money off these two!"

Felix shifted to stand between you and the potential threat, clutching his sword.

"What exactly do you plan on trying here?!" He yelled at them.

The second assailant chimed in. "Well, kiddo, here's what we're gonna do. First, you two are gonna put all your little weapons and cash into this here sack." He opened the bag and shook it at the two of you. "Then, we're gonna take you two lovebirds back home with us and try to get some good ransom money off of you. How does that sound?" He sneered at you and Felix.

Felix was blushing from the lovebird comment, but kept his usual tone of distaste.

"That's not happening. You should leave us alone before you get hurt."

"Well you see, here's the thing-" the first kidnapper moved into a fighting stance, his friends copying him. "You don't have a choice."

Felix pulled his sword out of its sheath and shifted his feet into the proper position. You also planted your shoes into the dirt and began to conjure lightning in your palms. Felix turned around and nodded at you, and you nodded back, then turning to face your attackers with looks of steel. You were ready for a fight.

"We were gonna be nice and be gentle when we took you in, but it seems our generosity has run out. Boys, let's get em!"

The first attacker then charged at Felix, and at his command, the other two followed. He rose his sword to strike Felix, but Felix deflected, meeting his sword above their heads. The first attacker stumbled back as the second took his place, running straight at Felix, but Felix fought him off too, knocking the sword out of his outstretched hands with one swift strike of his. He kicked back the second assailant, who rolled back past where the first fell.

Felix turned around in time to see the third man, who had bit his tongue the entire encounter, sneaking around to attack you.

The third man, realizing he had been spotted, held up his lance and charged at you.

"Y/n! Behind you!" Felix called as he started towards you, and you had just enough time to turn around and face your attacker. You grabbed the pole part of his lance as he slammed it down to try and hit you, stopping the blow. But you were weaker, and he began to push you back.

You knew you had to do something, so you began to conjure wind energy around your hands, and put all of your force into pushing the man back. You were successful, and he stumbled, letting go of his weapon. As he fell to the ground, you conjured more wind around yourself, and struck him with your lance, slamming him into the dirt.

You looked up, and saw Felix next to you. You also saw the first attacker running towards you two, trying to make one last-ditch effort to win the fight. Before Felix could take care of him you ran up to him and slashed him with your stolen lance, with one sideways slash disarming him and an upwards one sending him flying into a tree. All three of the bandits were successfully taken care of.

You stopped to catch your breath, shocked at what you had been able to do with a real weapon, not just magic you created. Felix sheathed his sword and looked at the three bandits passed out on the ground and then back at you.

"What do we do with them?" You asked, gesturing at the bandits. "If we turn them into the guards we'll get in trouble for being out past curfew, and I don't feel like having stable duty until we graduate. But I don't want to just leave them here, who knows who else they'll just attack next?"

The two of you considered the problem for a moment before Felix came up with an answer.

"We'll bind their wrists and legs with some of the rope they brought and drag them close to the guard's patrol route, so they won't be able to run away and attack anyone, but we wont have to interact with the guards ourselves. The only problem left, though, is if they tell the guards we were the ones who fought them. Then, we'll have an issue."

"The bandits didn't seem to be looking for us specifically, so I don't think they know our names. If they try to snitch on us, they'll only be able to describe how we look, and there are a lot of students at the monastery. I doubt they'd be able to single us out, and if they do, I'll just get Dorothea or Claude or someone to make a cover story for us." You explained, already considering how to bribe Claude to help you.

Felix seemed pleased with your solution, and you got to work, tying up the attackers and dragging them one by one to a clear area right next to the church guard's patrol route. After you dropped off the third one, the two of you began to head back to the monastery. The beginning of your walk was silent, but Felix eventually broke it, seeking answers for your mysterious behavior.

"You never answered my questions."

You slowed your walking down a little and looked at him.

"Why did you suddenly start learning how to swordfight? And why didn't you ask me for help if you were struggling so much?"

You didn't answer for a moment, wanting nothing more to avoid the questions entirely and sink into the ground with the futile hope of avoiding embarrassment.

Truth be told, Felix himself had been the reason you had began to study the sword. You had had feelings for him for a while up to that point, but had completely discarded the idea of him returning your affections. Felix only cared about the strongest of the strong, and while you were no weak mage, you stood no match in the kind of physical fighting defeating a sword user close up often entailed. You didn't believe you were the kind of strong he would recognize, and you wanted him to see you as an equal and worthy of his affections so badly that as silly of an idea as it was, you had decided to learn how to wield your worst weapon. You had started out hopeful, thinking it was only a matter of time before you at least got down the basics and could start actually sparring well with other sword users, but with every night that passed, you had grown more and more frustrated and your hope diminished further.

That was why you were so shocked and angry when you found out he had been watching your terrible practices. You fully trusted Felix- the two of you were good friends and you had defended each other on the battlefield many times- and you knew he would never hurt you or follow you with impure intentions. You were just horribly embarrassed by him watching you struggle so much when the entire reason you were trying to learn the weapon was to impress him, and had disguised it with anger. You felt a little guilty for lashing out at him, but you were still extremely embarrassed and confused.

You also didn't understand why he continued to spar with you and interact with you outside of classes. While a sword user could deflect a sword or axe, they couldn't deflect a ball of fire or a bolt of lightning, and vice versa when it came to mages. It seemed impractical for him to spar with you, so why did he continue to during class every week? You didn't understand why he also continued to talk to you and had sought your company if he had seen you in such an embarrassing state sparring with yourself.

"You still haven't answered me. Don't try to avoid it."

Felix broke you out of your thoughts, sounding slightly annoyed.

You simply shrugged your shoulders. "It just seemed like a useful skill to me, that's all."

Felix didn't buy it. "Don't lie to me, you've always hated swordfighting. What's the real reason?" He snapped back at your half-baked excuse.

"Look, I just figured a sword is probably a stronger weapon than just my magic and that I should learn it. Why do you care so much anyways?" You replied, beginning to grow flustered.

Felix wasn't sure how to respond to you. "Because you're acting weird. You've never seemed to care so much about strength before now, and you've always hated using a sword. You've also seemed distant, and you've been avoiding sparring with me recently too. What really happened, y/n? Why have you been acting like this?" He asked, his frustration growing as he ranted at you.

"Listen. I was just tired of just being some weak mage, okay? I don't want people to look down on me anymore."

"Has anyone actually said anything about you being weak? Who?" Felix asked, preparing to slice the head off whoever was making you feel insecure about your abilities.

"Well, nobody's exactly said anything to me about it, but I mean... Felix, don't you think I'm weak? I mean, I lose almost every time we spar and I'm bad with actual weapons. I thought you only cared about strong people, so why do you keep letting me hang around you?" You said, feeling shame and embarrassment with every work you spoke.

Felix sighed. "Is that was this is about? You've been avoiding me because you're scared I think you're weak?"

You nodded. Felix stopped walking so the two of you could have a more proper discussion.

"Look, y/n, I've never thought you were weak. You're one of the strongest mages I know and I know you have to hold back when we spar because you're scared of hurting me with your magic." Felix began to blush a little at the compliments he was giving you, and you began to feel your cheeks heat up as well. You knew he wasn't one to verbalize how he felt, so you were surprised by how openly he was talking to you. "And while I do care a lot about strength, I've learned to recognize more than that in people. I don't only talk to you because I think you're strong, you know. I... like being around you. Why do you care so much about if I think you're strong, anyways?"

You felt your face heat up even more when he said that. You knew the truth would come out eventually, you decided to just say how you felt and deal with the consequences later.

"I cared so much because I... I like you, okay? I like you a lot, romantically, I mean." You were too scared to look Felix in the eye so you turned towards the ground, continuing your speech. "And I thought that maybe if I got better at an actual physical weapon, then maybe you'd see me as an equal and finally return my feelings. But I guess it was a useless, stupid idea, right?" You lightly chuckled, feeling tears well up in your eyes.

Felix was completely silent for a moment, contemplating your words. You actually reciprocated how he felt? He didn't want to believe it, but here you were, sniveling and avoiding looking at him after confessing you felt the same way he did.

"Are you gonna say anything? If you're gonna reject me, just do it already." You snapped at him, furiously wiping your tears away.

"You... you have feelings for me?" Felix asked in an unusually soft tone you had never heard him use before, putting his hand on your shoulder.

You said nothing, meeting his gaze and continuing to wipe your eyes.

Felix wasn't a man of many words, preferring direct action over talking any day. In that moment, he had no idea of what to say to make you feel better and express how he felt, so he decided to show you instead.

He carefully placed his free hand on the back of your head, gently stroking your hair. He began to lean down and towards your face, his blush growing ever brighter on his neck and ears. He paused for a moment to see if you would object, and when you didn't, he kissed you, slowly but passionately, expressing months of pent-up feelings he had secretly feared you wouldn't return.

When you finally let go of each other, he looked away from you, still embarrassed despite making out with you a moment before.

"I have feelings for you too. I thought you didn't feel the same, so I tried to ignore them. I'm... sorry I let you believe I thought you were weak. You're a strong magician, and I know you can hold your ground without a physical weapon. Although, you do seem to have a lot of potential with a lance. You did well with the one you stole from the robber back there. If you still want to learn how to wield a weapon you should learn the lance instead of flailing around with that sword, but don't force yourself to do it just to impress me. You don't have to do that."

By this point you had stopped crying, and smiled at Felix.

"Thank you, Felix. I'm sorry for making those assumptions about how you felt about me. You're right, maybe learning how to fight with a lance is a good idea. For now, though, we should head back to the monastery before someone realizes we're gone."

Felix agreed with your suggestion, and you intertwined your hand with his as you resumed walking back to the monastery.

"Since we both have feelings for each other, would you want to start officially dating me?" You asked, worried about pushing Felix too far in one night, but he only seemed surprised at your question.

"I thought us dating now was a given, considering we both feel the same way." He said, straightforward as ever.

"Well, I figured we should explicitly state it. Or was I only gonna find out we're in a relationship a year from now when you show up thinking it's our anniversary?" You joked, amused by how straightforward yet oblivious Felix could be.

Felix just blushed. "Shut up," he said, before he let out a small laugh as well.

The two of you walked home hand in hand, laughing and watching the early morning sun peek over the horizon.

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Would y'all believe it took me almost a year to finish this? Live laugh love writers block lmao

I was a little sloppy writing this but you know what? I'm writing this for fun so it literally doesn't matter. Also this is so ooc I haven't played in a while.

Thank you so much for reading!! I'm kind of proud of this one, and I'm so glad I finally finished it!

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The White Heron Ball (Dimitri X Male Reader)

“Professor, I beg of you. Please, do not choose me as our house representative. I am utterly serious.” And that’s when the problem started. “What?! Curse you, professor. I will of course accept but know that you have damned us all.”

And so, after the event, an official Blue Lions meeting has been started. Inside of the classroom, the entire original group are all standing around to figure out what to do with the dreading situation.

“I just can’t believe it. I begged to the professor, and yet they choose me. Why?”

“They probably wanted to be humored.” Felix coldly says.

Ingrid looks besides her with a glare. “Not now Felix. This is serious.”

“It’s just a ball.” Felix merely responds. “Just do it and lose. Who cares?”

“This isn’t just about the ball. This is about our pride.” Ashe corrects him.

“He’s right. If he loses, that will look bad on us.” Sylvain agrees.

“My apologies in advance.” Dimitri apologetically says.

“No need to apologize.” Dedue assures. “We’re in the same boat, so we must share the burden.”

“You say that, but we aren’t the ones on the dancefloor.” Annette looks unsure at the retainer.

“Even so, we can offer our support.” Mercedes positively smiles.

 “Mercedes is right.” Dimitri feels a bit more secured thanks to everyone’s support, well, everyone except Felix. “Perhaps with some dedicated training, there is going to be a chance I can win. I just need to learn how to dance.”

There is a silence in the room, as everyone looks awkwardly stiff.

“I’m sorry my lord, but if I knew this would happen, I certainly learn how to dance.” Dedue says.

“I was always more interested to learn how to fight.” Ingrid admits.

“I can try, but I doubt it would be much help.” Mercedes says with a frown.

Dimitri sighs. “I guess nobody knows how to dance.”

“I do.” Everyone eyes lay on Y/N. “My parents always love to throw balls. I basically grew up with them.”

“You do?” Dimitri looks amazed. “Do you think you can teach me?”

“Of course. Know that since we have only less than 2 weeks, you’re technique will be… clunky.”

“I just have to accept that.” Dimitri is quick to scoff that aside. “So? When do you think we can train?”

“How about now?”

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In the courtyard, Dimitri is awkwardly looking around as Y/N begins his first lessons as a dance teacher.

“You will be leading, which is I usually do, so please excuse me if I get confused.” He walks over to Dimitri, right in front of him, making Dimitri a bit flustered. “With your right hand, you grab mine. While on at the left hand, grab my hip.”

“You’re hip?” Dimitri looks a bit gasp but doesn’t complain. With silence, he merely does what Y/N instructed.

“You need to hold me tightly. Imagine how tightly you grab your lance.”

“A-Alright.” Dimitri mutters. Holding Y/N tighter, they get to basic pose.

“This is the base. As long as you hold me like this, everything else falls into place. First though, we’re doing the basics.” Y/N says. “Now, follow my movement.”

And so, Dimitri carefully follows Y/N’s instructions. His eyes keep looking on the ground. Both because he wants to his movement, and he doesn’t want to see his partner’s eyes. It starts out slowly, with the prince carefully moving. However, as he repeats the moves, he goes a bit faster and faster. After several minutes, the two take a break.

“And? Did I do good?”

“You were good as a beginner.” Y/N complements him. “You were a bit rusty, but we work on that.” From behind Dimitri, Y/N sees the other teachers, as well the students that Dimitri is going to compete with. “Oh no.”

“What is wrong?”

“I didn’t consider your opponents…”

Dimitri turns around and instantly gets what he’s worried about. At the Golden Deer, being led by Hanneman, is Hilda, one of the most charming person in the school. To make things worse is at the Black Eagles, being teach by Manuela herself, is no other than the songstress Dorothea. Both girls definitely have more experience with this, whether it's dancing, or looking mesmerizing.

“I’m going to lose. Aren’t I?”

“Don’t say that yet.” Y/N wants to motivate him, though he knows the chances of him winning is very low.

“I’m competing against an opera songstress and one of the most charming girls in the school.” Dimitri says with a frown.

Y/N sighs. “Fine. Yes, we’re screwed, but we still need to try. Imagine this is a battlefield. You see multiple strong opponents. What would you do?”

“I fight. The least I could do is give it a shot.” Dimitri then looks a bit happier. “I have to say, I still have my doubts, but I shouldn’t give up. Please Y/N, teach me further.”

“That’s the spirit!”

-

Days has passed. Every day, Dimitri takes time to practice his technique with Y/N. First starting with the basics, and later keep adding one thing to refine his movement. That leads them to the White Heron Cup. Every student is in the large hall, all awaiting for their house to participate and win. In one corner, the Blue Lions await anxiously, especially their leader.

“You got this. I just know you’re going to win.”

“Thanks Mercedes. I give it my all, but I feel like I’m outmatch.” Dimitri was pretty confident in his ability until the day actually came. That’s when he began to feel nervous.

“At least you know that. But there is no shame with losing to these gorgeous girls.” Sylvain casually comments.

“I think Sylvain was trying to say, even if you lose, we’re still proud of you.” Ingrid corrects her friend.

“Just remember the technique.” Y/N reminds the blonde lord. “If it helps, imagine you’re dancing with me.”

“That just sound wrong.” Sylvain chuckles. “…Or right depending on his highness.”

“What does that supposed to mean?” Dimitri looks a bit flabbergasted.

Before Sylvain could clarify, their teacher walks up to the group. “It’s time. Good luck, Dimitri.”

“Yes. Thank you.”

As everyone stand at the side, the three participants head to the center. Alongside them are the judges, Alios, Shamir and Manuela. Along the three students, Dimitri looks the most nervous. It doesn’t help that Dorothea merely looks like this is her casual day and Hilda just smirking happily. After the announcement, featuring Alios, the crowd cheers for the three students.

“Very well… BEGIN!”

With elegant music playing in the background, the three students begin gracefully move around. Surprisingly, Dimitri isn’t butchering his technique, which surprises his classmates. He blends in with the two girls pretty well. However, even though he’s doing good, doesn’t mean he outdid the likes of Dorothea and Hilda. Still, they don’t know what the judges think. Though for Dimitri, he doesn’t think about it. He merely thinks of holding Y/N in his arms, as he carefully moves his body around.

Minutes has passed, and the music stops and the bell rings. “TIME! That’s all, folks!” Alios announces. Thus, the three students stand still in front of the judges. All three awaits until they hear the result. Like minutes ago, Dorothea and Hilda still look confident, while Dimitri still looks nervous.

“Splendid! All three of you were fantastic! Now, let’s hear what the judges have to say…”

“Oh my, let’s see. I suppose I have no choice but to vote for… The Black Eagle House. Your performance was… exhilarating. My heart is still beating a mile a minute.”

“C’mon. At least give us one vote.” Annette begs back in the background.

“That vote was just rigged.” Sylvain is quick to conclude. “She’s in her house, AND they worked together.”

“Shh!” Ingrid shushed him. “They’re going to say the next person.”

“I vote for…” The room awaits for Shamir to give her vote. “The Blue Lions House. You were the most original.”

“Yes!” Ashe happily cheers. “At least we got one.”

“Great feedback, both of you! Well then, let’s see… Factoring my own humble opinion… Yes! We have a winner! And I will announce who it is… right now! Without any delay! The winner of this year’s White Heron Cup is…” With the surprise of the entire room, the winner gets announced. “The Blue Lion House.”

As the entire room claps for the winner, Dimitri merely looks confused. “I won? There must be some mistake…”

-

From that day, the students gave Dimitri an odd look, because they keep thinking how the prince only skilled in the battlefield could win in a dance competition. Days has passed since that day, and the prince still can’t believe he managed to win. The ball started, with about everyone at the event. In the middle of the room is the dancefloor, while those who just wanted to do something fun standing at the side.

“I can’t believe every girl rejected me.” Sylvain stands with his childhood friends as he complains about the event. “Am I losing my charm?”

“You didn’t had any in the first place.” Felix is quick to insult him.

“You know, I’m glad they rejected you.” Ingrid says with honesty. “You just toss them at the side when you’re done with them.”

“I take it none of you are going to dance, huh?” Y/N asks.

“Not a chance in the world.” Felix says.

“I wasn’t asked.” Ingrid responds.

“Oh.” Sylvain looks surprised. “I didn’t expect that. If you don’t mind, we can dance.”

Ingrid is quick to glare at him, thinking he’s up with something again. “And here I thought out of all girls, you wouldn’t treat me like-”

“Hey! Hey!” Sylvain quickly calms her down. “I meant as a friend.”

“Oh, yeah? Would you dance with Felix?”

“Sure. Why not?” Sylvain says with issue. He looks back at the frowning swordsman.

“No.”

 Y/N laughs at the interaction. From his side, he sees Dimitri walking to them to join them. “Hello Dimitri. Everything going well?”

“Well, after my victory, girls are quiet interested with dancing with me.” Dimitri answers.

Sylvain looks disappointed. “Damnit. Why didn’t the professor picked me?”

Dimitri merely chuckles. “Anyway, it appears now I have some time alone. Ironically, I wanted to ask Y/N to dance?”

“You do?” Y/N is a bit surprised.

“Of course.” Dimitri gives his hand to Y/N. “It would be an honor to dance with you.”

Y/N smiles at the other smiling man. “I could say the same about you too.”

With that, Dimitri leads his friend to the dancefloor, where the prince leads his dance partner as they move around. In the background, the three childhood friends watch them.

“I didn’t expect Dimitri to ask him.”

Sylvain chuckles. “I do.”

“Hm?” Ingrid looks back at her friend. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I think after all those privet lessons Dimitri became interested in Y/N.”

“Romantically you mean?” Ingrid then looks back at the prince. “Huh. We never had two kings before. Still, Y/N is responsible and kind, so if he would be the future king, I wouldn’t mind.”

“And he’s far saner then the boar.” Felix adds.

Sylvain hums. “Well, whoever Dimitri is going to end up with, let’s hope it’s someone like Y/N.”

[dvrtrblhr]

Everytime I post one of these someone mentions that X ship isn't a rarepair. Please take my categorization with a grain of salt. I usually don't know what I'm doing 😅

It should go without saying but please don’t be rude just because you don’t like a ship. If you want to debate or discuss a ship, do it in the tags/comments in a polite manner. This is supposed to be fun. Let’s all be mature adults!

If your favorite ship is not here, it’s probably featured in another poll. You can see all the polls by going to my blog and choosing the tag “valentines polls”. You can also just tell me in the tags or comments.

[canonrpfinder]

25+, they/them, looking for someone 21+ to do a Fire Emblem Three Houses rp!! Here are some of my fave ships:

Sylvain x Felix

Dimitri x Felix

Dorothea x Edelgard

Lysithea x Claude

Annette x Felix

Ferdinand x Hubert

I write semi-lit to novella, 3rd person past tense, and prefer to use discord to rp! Can usually respond at least once a day, but I’ll let you know if I’m busy. I also love ooc chatter and gushing about our story, making playlists, sharing memes, all that fun stuff.

I looove to write stories with a lot of angst/whump, and plenty of softer moments to offset all the pain. Looking for a sloooowwwww buuuuurn (both of us should be yelling about wHY HAVEN’T THEY KISSED YET??) I’m also open to nsfw, but it’s never something I like to rush. If the plot leads there, then great! But please also be okay if it doesn’t.

If any of this interests you, give this a like and I’ll reach out !!

✒

[glowingbadger]

Fire Emblem Three Houses Poly & Multi-Character Masterlist

Poly:

Reader wants both - Yuri, Dimitri

sylvain, felix, dimitri x reader 

Claude, Yuri, Sylvain x reader

Claude, Dimitri x Reader 

College AU Claude, Dimitri x Reader

Felix, Sylvain x Reader

Sylvain, Felix Threesome 

Threesome - Lorenz, Ignatz

Multi:

Misc spicy hcs - Linhardt, Felix, Lorenz, Seteth, Jeritza

Misc spicy hcs - Sylvain, Hubert, Yuri

Nsfw alphabet prompts - E I K M W - Hubert, Sylvain

Nsfw alphabet prompts - F J Q V - Dimitri, Sylvain

Competing over reader - Yuri, Dimitri

Misc spicy hcs - Ashe, Felix, Yuri

W/ asexual reader - Dimitri, Ashe, Sylvain, Felix, Yuri, Claude

Reader’s first time - Sylvain, Ashe, Dimitri

Reader’s first time - Felix, Claude, Yuri

Sfw and Nsfw headcanons - Ashe, Ferdinand

Sfw and Nsfw headcanons - Hilda, Marianne, Dorothea

Nsfw alphabet prompts - A I D P W - Ashe, Ferdinand

Sub! spicy headcanons - Ashe, Ignatz

Sfw & nsfw headcanons - Raphael, Hubert

Sfw & nsfw headcanons - Caspar, Linhardt 

Dealing with a Brat!Reader - Dimitri, Seteth

Reader hiccups during sex - Dimitri, Syllvain, Felix

Learning Reader’s body - Linhardt, Felix

Where they like to be kissed - Hubert, Seteth, Sylvain, Yuri

Straightforward Reader - Felix, Sylvain

Favorite part of AFAB S/O’s body - most guys

Breeding kink hc's - most guys

What they love to see you wearing - most guys

Scared & horny - most guys

Multi, Modern AU:

Modern college AU - blue lions boys - SFW

Modern college AU - ashen wolves (all 4) - SFW

Modern AU w/ insecure Reader - Claude, Dimitri, Ashe, Felix, Sylvain - SFW

escape room w/Reader - Blue lion boys - SFW

Modern AU, sfw & nsfw - Yuri, Felix

Modern AU, sfw & nsfw - Sylvain, Hilda, Ashe

Modern AU, sfw & nsfw - Marianne, Dimitri, Claude

Modern AU ‘soft’ HCs - Yuri, Dimitri, Sylvain, Felix, Ashe - SFW

Modern AU w/ insecure Reader - Marianne, Ferdinand, Lorenz, Hilda - SFW

Taking care of sick Reader - Dimitri, Felix, Sylvain, Dedue, Ashe - SFW

Multi, SFW:

Fluff hcs - Sylvain, Dimitri

First “I love you” - Dimitri, Claude, Ashe, Sylvain, Yuri, Felix

With short!Reader hcs - Dimitri, Sylvain, Ashe, Claude, Felix

Reader forced to fight him - Seteth, Hubert, Felix

Vices - most FE3H dudes, tw for alcohol and smoking

[outerspacebun]

DSJFLKSDF okay since one person liked my post, which is enough for me, I am going to write a long list of who I ship/who I pair with in Awakening, Fates, and Three Houses/Hopes. It's going to be long, will include rarepairs, and oc x canon because I can't help myself.

For Awakening:

Chrom/M!Robin

Chrom/Sumia

M!Robin/Tiki

F!Robin/Virion

Lissa/Lon'qu

Frederick/Cordelia

Sully/Vaike

Stahl/Cherche

Miriel/Kellam

Donnel/Nowi

Lon'qu/Gaius

Ricken/Maribelle

Panne/Olivia

Panne/Libra

Gaius/Olivia

Gaius/Chrom

Tharja/Henry

Basilio/Flavia (we were robbed of an A Support from them)

Gerome/Lucina

Lucina/Laurent

Lucina/Gerome/Laurent

Owain/Inigo

Cynthia/Severa

Gerome/Laurent

Morgan/Nah (doesn't matter the gender for Morgan)

For Fates:

F!Corrin/Flora

F!Corrin/Charlotte

Azura/Tsubaki

Felicia/Jakob

Felicia/Xander

Silas/Hinoka

Kaze/Rinkah

Mozu/Hayato

Mozu/Effie

Takumi/Setsuna

Sakura/Xander

Saizo/Kagero

Kagero/Rinkah

Azama/Beruka

Hinata/Hana

Orochi/Lazlow

Oboro/Kaden

Tsubaki/Niles

Tsubaki/Nyx

Rinkah/Charlotte

Camilla/Keaton

Leo/Nyx

Elise/Odin

Lazlow/Odin

Lazlow/Nyx

Peri/Niles

Effie/Arthur

Charlotte/Benny

Midori/Kiragi

Mitama/Rajhat

Asugi/Nina

Caeldori/Nina

Caeldori/Seigbert

For Three Houses/Hopes:

M!Byleth/Claude

M!Byleth/Shamir

F!Byleth/Sylvain

Byleth/Dedue (I like either with them. Dedue is so precious)

Edelgard/Dorothea

Edelgard/Monica

Edelgard/Dorothea/Monica

Hubert/Ferdinand

Ferdinand/Flayn

Linhardt/Dorothea

Bernadetta/Dorothea

Bernadetta/Petra

Dorothea/Monica

Petra/Ignatz

Dimitri/Mercedes

Dimitri/Felix

Dimitri/Yuri

Dedue/Ashe

Felix/Annette

Sylvain/Yuri

Annette/Hilda

Rodiruge/Amelia

Lambert/Aisla

Matthias/Raven

Glenn/Elena

Ingrid/Yuri

Lorenz/Leonie

Raphael/Marianne

Ignatz/Marianne

Lysithea/Cyril

Marianne/Leonie

Seteth/Manuela

Hapi/Constance

[nabateaprodigy]

Masterlist

Finally got around to making this! Here's a collection of my writing.

Where are you y/n? (Rhea x GN!Reader)

By Your Side (M!Alear x Vander)

Heartache (M!Byleth x Seteth)

Fódlan Sibling Headcannons (Dimitri, Felix, Constance, Linhardt, Caspar, and Yuri)

A King and his Summoner (Dimitri x GN!Reader)

A Picnic and Flowers (Clanne x Citrinne)

Starlight Sky (Rhea x F!Byleth)

Byleth and Shez Comfort Headcannons (M!Shez and M!Byleth x GN!Reader)

Domestic Life Headcanons (M!Shez and Claude x GN!Reader)

Cuddle Time! (Arval, M!Shez, and M!Byleth x Fem!Reader)

The Prince and His Maiden of Death (Dimitri x Fem!Reader)

Alcryst, M!Alear, and Gregory Headcannons. (Alcyst, M!Alear, and Gregory x Fem!Reader)

I'm Not Jealous! (Hortensia x Clanne)

Hey! That Dance Is With Me! (Ferdinand, Caspar, and Dorothea x GN!Reader)

A Friendship of Fire and Ice (Natsu x Male!Reader)

Papa Where do Babies Come From? (Juvia x Male!Reader)

My Lovely Rain Woman (Juvia x Male!Reader)

Can't Look Back (Juvia x Gray)

Angelic Care (Angel x Male!Reader)

Hidden Power (Mirajane x GN!Reader)

Love At First Drink? (Gray x Male!Reader)

Uninvited Guests (Gray x Fem!Reader)

Rude Awakening (Wendy x Male!Reader)

Musical Mishap (Team Natsu x Fem!Reader)

Talk To Me (Juvia x Male!Reader)

I Can't Lose you to (Gray x Fem!Reader)

Snakes Curse (Wendy x Male!Reader)

First Word (Juvia x Male!Reader)

Rain, Rain Go Away and Come Back Another Day (Gray x Male!Reader)

Overflow (Gray and Lucy x Male!Reader)

Dear Little Brother (Greige x Fem!Reader)

Moving On (Gray and Juvia x Male!Reader)

Vs Y/N! (Omori, Kel, Hero, and Aubrey x GN!Reader)

Ice Skating Mania (Omori, Hero, Kel, Aubrey, and Basil x Male!Reader)

Goodbye...Omori (Omori x GN!Reader)

Hopeful Maid (Nagito x Mahiru)

Rantaro and Kokichi Headcannons (Kokichi and Rantaro x GN!Reader)

Lady of Despair (Junko x Fem!Reader)

Music and Stars (Shuichi, Kokichi, K1-B0, and Rantaro x GN!Reader)

Kokichi and Nagito With a Sensitive S/O (Kokichi and Nagito x GN!Reader)

Please Don't Turn Me Into a Marketable Plushy! (Mukuro, Junko, Komaru, and Sonia x GN!Reader)

Pain In His Eyes (Fuyuhiko, Nagito, Kazuichi, and Leon x GN!Reader)

Attention (Kokichi x GN!Reader)

Playful Tendencies (Kokichi x GN!Reader)

A Mountain of Plushies (Nagito, Fuyuhiko, Kazuichi, and Hajime x Male!Reader)

Hopefully Compassion (Nagito x Fem!Reader)

Cheerleader Star (Leon x Gn!Reader)

Deserved to be Loved (Mahiru x Male!Reader)

DR1 and DR2 Cuddling Headcannons (Makoto, Chihiro, Hajime, and Nagito x AFAB!Reader)

Love of History (Kyoko, Mukuro, Ibuki and Kirumi x GN!Reader)

Life or Death (Kyoko and Mukuro x Male!Reader.)

Fire Emblem games i write for and character x character pairings

If i write for platonic x reader.

If I write for Naruto

[genshinemblem564]

Intermission I: Festival

Occasionally in my stories there will be chapters called intermissions, where the focus will be on interactions between characters and are used to move the story along, as to not linger too long at a certain point. As a rule, intermissions hold no plot points, but that doesn't mean that the points brought up won't be touched upon later. Essentially, these can be seen as filler. Intermissions are formatted like headcanons for the sake of efficiency.

Hilda x Marianne ship hinted at

Childe and Tartaglia used interchangeably

Not proofread

• Once Xinyan started playing, everyone was in awe. You had tried to explain rock to them before but could never find the right words, and it was made abundantly clear why from this performance.

• Hu Tao spent a great deal of time listening to Mercedes's ghost stories, enamored by the feeling of a chill running down her spine from words alone.

• Xiangling was having the time of her life. Not only was Raphael willing to taste test almost anything, but Dedue was more than willing to share some Duscur recipes.

• Ashe and Xingqiu hit it off almost immediately. How could they not while they both hold a burning passion for literature, chivalry, and justice? They've both commented on how the other seems like a hero from a story they read, one of noble birth and one of humble origins.

• You already know but I'm going to say it anyway. Felix and Childe got into a fight. It was actually closer than you'd think, Childe still won but he was so impressed that someone without a vision could do so well against him. Offered to be Felix's sparring partner again in the future.

• Beidou, Catherine, Jeralt, and Alois are now drinking buddies.

• You shared your reward money with the others, not having much use for the sheer amount and also knowing you wouldn't regret it as Ningguang has already discussed a meeting schedule with Alfonse and Sharena to discuss a currency exchange rate.

• Dorothea, Manuela, and Yun Jin discuss how operas of their respective worlds differ, the two divas hoping to give the current opera singer any pointers they can. She likely doesn't need any, but she's so curious that she wouldn't say that out loud.

• Hilda, finally having some mora thanks to you, decided to try on some fancy Liyue dresses, and Hilda's fashion choice combined with Liyue's style of clothing left Marianne a blushing, stuttering mess.

• Ferdinand was enthralled by Teyvat's many weapons. Even just the polearms had a variety of designs and it sparked his collector's flame, and when he heard some people had signature weapons unique to them, without being sacred artifacts or heirlooms, he wanted to explore all of Teyvat at that point just to see these weapons.

• Seteth, Flayn, and Rhea were interested in Liyue's religion and history, but not wanting a glorified children's tale they asked around and were led to Ganyu, who was surprised but thrilled that someone outside of Liyue's devoted was so interested in its history to the point of wanting the facts without the fluff.

• If you thought Shamir and Yelan would get along, you were wrong. They don't hate each other, but Yelan can't stand how blunt and work focused Shamir is. It's more of a one-sided thing as Shamir actually doesn't mind Yelan's "outgoing" attitude. (I had to close the game because I was not expecting this woman to whisper in my/Aether's ear during the last Lantern Rite event.) However, they both have mutual respect for each other's efficiency. Their interaction was brief, so they didn't really get to know each other.

• Dimitri, Edelgard, and Yuri wished not to offend any Liyue citizens and to not be cheated like the tourists they are, leading them to Yanfei, who was more than willing to teach someone about Liyue's laws and how to avoid scam artists.

• Claude wants to learn about Liyue's culture. Being the idealist that he is, he hopes it'll help him find a way to convince Almyra and Fodlan to stop fighting. This leads him to ask around, starting conversations with countless familiar faces.

• The two Byleths were keen to bring Sothis to a food stall, as the goddess has only recently attained a physical form thanks to being summoned. The two were met with a fist to the gut each after commenting on how cute she looked while eating.

• Arval, being in a similar position as Sothis, is also accompanied by the two Shez's. However, they seem more interested in physical activity like dancing or making their own lantern.

• Hubert, while keeping an eye on Edelgard from the shadows, was scared half to death when he realized he was being watched by a masked spearman. While their face was covered, he could feel a glare that threatened to pierce his entire being. Truly, none can escape the eye of The Vigilant Yaksha.

• Lorenz could be found trading poems with Xingqiu or Hu Tao.

• Jeritza was accompanying Mercedes and was practically being harassed by Tartaglia's requests to spar after hearing about him from Felix.

• The Traveler and Paimon met Constance and Hapi. They were kind of put off by Hapi's seemingly uncaring tone, but it was cute how her tone would shift when talking about her Coco. Constance was bosting about house Nuvelle as usual. When the two groups parted, Paimon couldn't help but comment on how familiar Constance's behavior was, but she couldn't explain why.

• Ingrid had lost sight of Sylvain, and when she found him, he was talking to Shenhe. Assuming the usual was taking place, she grabs Sylvain by the ear, apologizes, and drags him off, leaving Shenhe confused, as they were just talking about flowers.

• Monica is attached to Edelgard at the hip, constantly trying to get her to wear some accessories she thought would look nice on her.

• Bernadetta, still on the boat, decides to paint the harbor as the lanterns lit up the city enough for her to see it, and her window gave her the perfect view.

• Linhardt tried getting books from Wanwen bookhouse, but he couldn't tell fact from fiction, as in he couldn't read Teyvat's writing. Due to language not being a topic of interest for him, he gives up.

• Caspar and Ignatz had left the city. Caspar had too much energy to stay in the harbor, and Ignatz wanted to paint Liyue from a good angle. Both had a chance encounter with Kazuha, who complimented their respective qualities.

• Balthus had told everyone about Genius Invokation and suggested it to them as well

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If someone is absent from this, it means I couldn't think of anything involving them. My knowledge of certain characters is limited( I had to dig for Lorenz's poetry bit. ). Also, I know Yelan isn't really like that, but I put that in because I thought it might get a chuckle out of some people.

[darkrpfinders]

25+, they/them, looking for someone 21+ to do a Fire Emblem Three Houses rp!! Here are some of my fave ships:

Sylvain x Felix

Dimitri x Felix

Dorothea x Edelgard

Lysithea x Claude

Annette x Felix

Ferdinand x Hubert

I write semi-lit to novella, 3rd person past tense, and prefer to use discord to rp! Can usually respond at least once a day, but I’ll let you know if I’m busy. I also love ooc chatter and gushing about our story, making playlists, sharing memes, all that fun stuff.

I looove to write stories with a lot of angst/whump, and plenty of softer moments to offset all the pain. Looking for a sloooowwwww buuuuurn (both of us should be yelling about wHY HAVEN’T THEY KISSED YET??) I’m also open to nsfw, but it’s never something I like to rush. If the plot leads there, then great! But please also be okay if it doesn’t.

If any of this interests you, give this a like and I’ll reach out !!

.

[5iyoomi]

> Fire Emblem

Last Updated: September 8, 2024

Key: Fluff (🩷), Angst (🥀), Suggestive (💋), Smut (🌶️), Timeskip (🕔)

↳ Back To The Main Masterlist

★ = Dark Content/Read Warnings!!

— General

3H leaders with an overworked s/o [hcs/drabbles] | x gn!Reader

dimitri, edelgard, claude [🩷]

when they see how you've changed [hcs/drabbles] | various fe3h x masc!Reader

dimitri, felix, ashe, sylvain [🩷/🕔]

they react to your new outfit [hcs/drabbles] | various engage x masc!Reader

part 1 — m!alear, alfred, diamant, alcryst, fogado [🌶️]

part 2 — louis, kagetsu, rosado, pandreo [🌶️]

— Other

N/A

— Tokyo Mirage Sessions

itsuki aoi.

N/A

tsubasa oribe.

N/A

touma akagi.

N/A

kiria kurono.

N/A

eleonora yumizuru.

N/A

mamori minamoto.

N/A

yashiro tsurugi.

N/A

maiko shimazaki.

N/A

barry goodman.

N/A

tiki.

N/A

— Three Houses

male byleth.

N/A

female byleth.

N/A

edelgard.

N/A

ferdinand.

N/A

linhardt.

N/A

caspar.

N/A

bernadetta.

N/A

dorothea.

N/A

dimitri.

N/A

felix.

N/A

ashe.

N/A

sylvain.

N/A

mercedes.

N/A

annette.

N/A

ingrid.

N/A

claude.

N/A

lysithea.

N/A

marianne.

N/A

hilda.

N/A

cyril.

N/A

jeritza.

N/A

yuri.

N/A

constance.

N/A

hapi.

N/A

— Engage

male alear.

N/A

female alear.

N/A

clanne.

N/A

framme.

N/A

alfred.

N/A

céline.

N/A

etie.

N/A

louis.

N/A

chloé.

N/A

diamant.

N/A

alcryst.

N/A

amber.

N/A

citrinne.

N/A

hortensia.

N/A

kagetsu.

N/A

rosado.

N/A

anna.

N/A

timerra.

general nsfw hcs [hcs] | x transfem!Reader - [🌶️]

fogado.

N/A

pandreo.

N/A

— Three Hopes *for main playables, see 3H section*

male shez.

N/A

female shez.

N/A

arval.

N/A