#fire emblem three houses fanfiction

[sergeanthopeless]

Everything I Never Knew I Wanted

The sequel to my "Are You Happy?" Setleth babyfic

Rated: G

Summary:

Byleth muses on the new feelings she’s discovered after the birth of her and Seteth's firstborn. 

CW: non-graphic description of childbirth

Excerpt:

“She’s so soft.”

Seteth traced the newborn’s ear, gently pointed at the tip and adorned with wisps of dark green fuzz that matched the still-damp hair on top of her head. “She’s perfect.”

It was all real now. Was she prepared to be a mother? She had expected to feel more different, somehow. But for the sake of this little one, she would try.

[read it on AO3]

[honey-katsu]

Ghostly - ao3

Summary:

The war is over, but King Dimitri still struggles with the ghosts of his past.

Warning: delusions/hallucinations, mild gore/horror, grief, and self-harm (aka Dimitri's trauma coming back to haunt him)

note before we begin: i am chickenKatsu on ao3. I do not give anyone the right to repost my work to another platform unless I’m asked then properly credited. Please support me on ao3 if you like it!

(also this was one of my earliest works, so it’s not as good as it could be tbh. but i can see what i was going for. that’s something, at least)

Wind howled and banged on the windows of the King of Faerghus's private chambers. The winter night air slipped in through the broken window. The dust on the furniture drifted downwards, landing ever so softly on the shoulder of a broken man. This man, the leader of his people and king of a kingdom, did not notice the wind, the chill, or the utter disarray of his room. Nor did he notice the soft knock-knock on the door.

"Your Highness," the person on the other side calls. He stiffens and reaches for his nearby lance, but does not answer. Shadows circle him and multiply, obscuring his vision and blocking his path.

"Your Highness," a feminine voice mocks, stepping out to caress his cheek. " Your Highness... Do you think you deserve that title? After what you put us through?"

The king flinches, but does not respond. "My son," chides another voice in his ear, "you have made our people suffer, and they have died because of you, just like we did. You cannot be king if you cannot protect your people. And you cannot be king if you cannot grant the simple wish of the dead and dying."

“Father, I-” He gripped the dresser, cracking it with his boar-like strength.

"You do not deserve any of this, Dimitri,'' another female voice came forward, shimmering in the moonlight and her form becoming clear. His mother sneered at this pathetic child she had raised. “They gave up their lives for you and continue to do so. You lead hundreds to their deaths daily yet they still welcome you home with open arms. They treat you like the king they said you are. But have you not considered their true intentions? The real reason they treat you like a god?"

Dimitri shook his head, too scared to speak.

His mother and the other ghosts began to snicker. Glenn appeared from around the former queen’s shoulder, regarding the figure in front of him with a blank face and a loathing gaze. Dimitri shrunk under his stare. 

Glenn scoffed, "He doesn't even know! How pathetic, Your Highness. ” Turning to the others, he crooned, “Who will do the honors of enlightening our dearest Dimitri, hm?”

“Oh, I will! I will!” A faceless soldier of the kingdom eagerly chirped from the gathered crowd of ghosts. “They are terrified of you! They follow you into battle because it is better than the alternative."

"The alternative..."

"Yes, my child,” his mother sang, tilting his chin upwards. “You could kill them with nothing but your hands. You could kill them simply by doing nothing, like you did to us.”

"No, no no no!" he cried, swinging his lance blindly, shaking and trembling. "Only those who you deem unworthy! Only those who must die for your revenge did I strangle!”

"Dimitri,” called a little voice. He whipped his head around to see a small Duscurian girl looking up at him. Her face was covered in cuts and bruises. Her left eye was grey; her missing right eye was replaced with a bigger, blue eye. It was bleeding, drenching her clothes and the teddy bear she was holding “Why did you kill us? Why did you let us die?"

"I-I did not want you to die,” the king whispered softly. “I tried to save you. But there was nothing I could do-"

"Oh, there is always something you can do." The child reached up, gently brushing her ghostly fingers across Dimitri's neck as if she were caressing a puppy. A demonic grin spread across her face. "You could die."

<><><><><>

“Professor!”

Byleth turned around to see Mercedes running after him and carrying a tray of food. He nodded to his former student.

“Welcome back, Professor. How did your mission go?”

“The knights and I successfully quelled the resistance in Nuvelle,” he replied, “as well as smaller rebellions nearby. Soon, the Kingdom will be able to completely unite Fodlan.”

“That's great news.” Mercedes smiled, but her joy quickly disappeared. With Byleth’s curious look, she continued hesitantly. “But um, I can’t say things have been going so well here while you’ve been gone. He hasn’t eaten in weeks and refuses to leave his room. Every time someone tries to check on him, they come back bruised and terrified.” She sighed, concern painted on her features. “We’re all worried, Professor, even Felix admitted to it.”

“I see.” said Byleth. “Did anyone have any bleeding wounds from their visit with the king?”

Mercedes offered the tray to Byleth. “No, but sometimes their bones would be broken.”

“Okay. Thank you.” Byleth took the tray from Mercedes and changed his direction. “I will take care of this.”

As he walked away, Mercedes could only stare at his back. How fearless the Professor must be to march right into the wounded lion’s den, she thought as she bowed in Byleth’s direction. How selfless and kind he must be to love someone so broken.

“Best of luck, Professor,” she whispered. But Byleth was already gone.

<><><><><>

In front of the king’s chambers, Byleth stopped to gather his thoughts. He mentally prepared for every situation he could come up with. If things went terribly awry, he could always use a Divine Pulse. However, he preferred not to use them for these types of situations. The Pulses are to save lives, and unless Dimitri had killed someone, himself or otherwise, Byleth would not– could not– rewind the past.

With a deep breath, Byleth knocked on the door. “Your Highness,” he called. He waited for a few moments, but there was no answer. He couldn’t hear anything from inside. 

He tried again with a gentle rap at the door. “Your Highness? I’ve brought your dinner.”

Again, no response. A muffled yell resounded behind the doors. He heard heavy footsteps and the soft screech of Areadbhar being dragged across the stone floor.

Ah, thought Byleth, as he fiddled with his wedding ring nervously. It is worse than I thought this time.

“Dimitri, I’m coming in.” Byleth warned. 

Slowly opening the door, he found that things had been worse than he anticipated. Dust covered almost every surface and floated in the air, stirred by the breeze. The dresser corner was crushed. The curtains, bedsheets, and walls had large gashes in them. Shattered glass lay at the floor by the windows. The dresser door was unhinged, and clothes were scattered around the room. The tapestry of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus had been trampled on and stabbed so many times Byleth could hardly see the symbol anymore.

But he couldn’t find Dimitri. Panic began to rise in Byleth. He set the tray down and rushed around the room. He checked the bathroom and the large closet before noticing the balcony door slightly ajar. He gently nudged the door open, careful not to make any sudden noises.

At the edge of the balcony stood Dimitri. He held Areadbhar at his side. His ragged attire, hunched back, and unkempt hair made Byleth’s chest ache. Cautiously, he circled around Dimitri to his side. Dimitri’s hair dangled in front of his eye, softly blowing in the breeze. The king turned his head towards Byleth slowly and locked eyes. Byleth studied his eye, hazy and unseeing, trying to understand what had happened.

He stole a quick glance at Areadbhar. Blood dripped from its tip. It’s fresh, thought Byleth, but no one has been in here recently. So whose is it? His eyes trailed up Dimitri’s body and landed on his outstretched arm. His arm was held over the balcony, blood spilling into the city streets below.

After a moment, Dimitri noticed his presence. His gaze followed Byleth’s, retracting his arm. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

Byleth gingerly grasped Dimitri’s arm, wordlessly inspecting the cuts. He tenderly led Dimitri back inside, plopped him on the bed, and began to tidy up while looking for the first aid kit.

“Sorry,” mumbled Dimitri. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Dimitri.” Byleth replied softly, grabbing bandages out of the first aid kit. He began to clean and dress Dimitri’s wounds. “It’s okay. It’s not your fault.”

Dimitri did not look up at Byleth, eyes transfixed on the lance he still held in his hand. “But it is. I know it is. I couldn't give you what you wanted this time, either. I'm sorry. Father, I’m sorry. Glenn, I’m sorry. I’m sorry it’s not enough. I’m-”

“Dimitri.” Byleth’s voice was firm yet kind. He tried to call him back to reality and ground him with his presence. He rubbed his thumb across Dimitri’s palm in a circular motion. “Dimitri, it's okay. It's not your fault.” For what felt like hours, Byleth continued to run his thumb across Dimitri’s palm, reciting these comforting words and reassurances.

Dimitri squeezed Byleth’s thumb lightly. Byleth waited for him to speak. After a moment, he did. “Byleth… when did you get back?”

“Just now.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have to come back from your mission to see this mess.”

“It’s quite alright, Dimitri.” Byleth planted a feathery kiss on Dimitri’s head, then his bandaged arm.

“Did, uh, did I do that?” Dimitri looked a little unsettled. He glanced at his lance. “Oh, I guess I did. I’m sorry.”

Byleth cupped the king’s face and stared him in the eye. “Don’t apologize to me, or the ghosts of your past, Dimitri. What happened is not your fault, and revenge isn't the answer.”

Dimitri nodded. “I know.”

“Would you tell me what happened while I was away?”

Dimitri broke away, unable to maintain eye contact. He gazed at his arm, then at his finger where his wedding ring rested. He began to turn anxiously as he recounted the words of his family. “The dead demanded Imperial blood. But I couldn’t give them the blood they desired, so I gave them mine.”

[baronaliswritingcorner]

Behold, a Simon Dominic/Felannie WIP.

Aiming for a deranged two-parter with anachronisms aplenty.

This one's so much fun to write that, out of the three WIPs I'm planning, I wouldn't be surprised if it arrived first.

[naruko-hyuga]

After nearly 3 months, a new chapter for the story is finally completed. Hopefully, it won't take this long again, but then again, every single chapter feels like a novella. I know this story doesn't receive as much attention as my others, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm very passionate about it.

A word of warning: there are harems in the story, but not the kind of nonsense that you read in other fanfictions where it's just about sex and nothing else. In Naruto and Hinata's harem, everyone loves each other, not just a one-sided relationship—also Hinata's bisexual in this story as a word of warning. I should have given a warning before, but for those who have discovered the story for the first time, I don't want people to not know what's in it, so here you have it.

For fans of Fire Emblem: Three Houses and Naruto, this crossover may seem ridiculous, but to me, it feels natural. Please give it a chance when you have time.

[fromshadowstostars]

Welcome to 'From Shadows to Stars'

I have decided to try returning to Tumblr in earnest and crosspost my fannish work here.

From Shadows to Stars, a Fire Emblem: Three Houses fic series, is by far my biggest project at the moment I have decided to create a dedicated Tumblr for it.

I post updates to AO3 and my own site, Scarlettpeony Writes. If you want to chat, feel free to also add me on Twitter.

[priintaniere]

spots illustrations for Aurora Borealis ❄️, a Sylvix fic written by @itsmoonpeaches for Long Story Short: a Faerghus Four zine

please check out the fic, i had a very good time collabing with Peaches c:

※ please do not repost my art ※   ➜ commission and ko-fi links in bio

[the-fab-fox]

Okay so this has been something I've been chewing on for a long while. About making this post I mean.

This one is to those who actively ingest fanfiction but seem to think it's okay to just read free fiction that people have put time and thought and crafted prose for your enjoyment and do nothing in return.

All we ever ask for and all we ever want is for y'all to AT THE VERY LEAST hit that kudos button if you like the work. That is the BARE MINIMUM of what you SHOULD be doing. Especially all of you who say you're too nervous to comment or don't wish to be perceived. And if you don't want your account on the list, you can log out and send a guest kudos.

But as I said, BARE MINIMUM. If you loved the fic, if you got something out of it that left you feeling good and energized (or whatever angst does for y'all) then I want to take a moment and strongly urge you to comment, subscribe (if a wip), and bookmark those works. Did you know there's an option to even mark it as a Fic Recommendation? You can put notes in to and say why you liked it and things like that (DO NOT DO A RATING IN PUBLIC BOOKMARKS HOWEVER). And, you can indeed make them private! The writer still gets the number added to their stats but your bookmark we won't see.

Anyway, I now wanna turn your attention to Exhibit A:

This is a list of my best performing fics. Do you see the problem with this? The green highlights are the hits I've received for those fics. The red is the Kudos and comment threads. Now the kudos is obviously right?

Let's look at my number one fic right now, Accidentally in Love (a Malleyuu fic from Twisted Wonderland fandom). It's the seventh fic in a romance series. As you can see, it's doing great as far as hits, right? And I know it's an amazing fic from the comments I have received and just from rereading it myself. Note, I am probably the biggest bully to myself as @sunshineandteddybears and @mellosdrawings and @romantichopelessly can tell you in great detail. So when I am saying it's really damn good, you can probably trust it's gonna be pretty damn good. And yet, a fic that has 4K hits only has 119 kudos. And now to bring your attention to the comment threads. So honestly with how bad readers are on actually commenting (which by the way if you log off you can send anonymously as a guest—you'll have to put in your email address but we authors won't see that)... 107 seems pretty good right? But you guys don't see that. You see what's on the info for the story. Unfortunately, on the fic info at the top of the story, it counts every single comment (including the Author's). (The comment threads is just every single starting comment, i.e. the first comment received from each commenter.)

The thing is, I—and probably quite a few other writers—do respond to every single comment.

So that means where the info on my fic itself says 230 comments, in reality, I'm at half that when I subtract my half of the comments. So that's actually 115 comments from other people. So some people might see that 230 and think oh they got a lot of comments so I don't think they want to hear from me or I can't be fucked and they're already doing good so.

NO. NO. NO. Do not look at the numbers as a guide if a fic is good or not. Do not look at the numbers and think that we don't need or deserve to get any more. And finally WE WANT TO HEAR FROM Y'ALL.

Excuses need to stop.

Speaking of numbers. Here's my over all stats current on AO3.

In the 3 years on this AO3 account (I've had others in the past and accounts on ff.net and live journal. I'm an oldie fanfic writer lol. 21 years of fanfic. My gods. 🤣) It didn't used to be like this guys. Back in the day I'd get 12 plus comments on a chapter and this is on stuff a teenager wrote.

We have got to get back to the point of supporting each other and building each other up. Also while I'm at it, I have a huge beef with the fact that fanartists get so much more positive feedback and replies and comments, but the thing is, even their numbers are skewed. You can go into the notes of a fanart on here that has 10k notes to see they have maybe 100-1K reblogs (if that, I'm being generous) and maybe 10 or so replies (if turned on) and the rest are all likes. EVERYONE has been on here long enough by now to know that likes do nothing to get a post in the algorithm and tags only do so much. Reblogs are the only way their art (or our fanfictions for people who post them on here) gets seen! By sharing!

So y'all gotta get better. Yes, we write for ourselves first, but ultimately a story is meant to be shared with everyone and feedback should not be optional if you're actively reading the fics or viewing the art for free and enjoyed it!

TLDR:

IF YOU FUCKING LIKE A FANFIC. KUDOS AT THE VERY LEAST BUT BE BETTER. COMMENT. BOOKMARK. SUBSCRIBE IF IT'S A WIP YOU LOVE. (Like, comment and reblog if on Tumblr)

IF YOU FUCKING LIKE A FANART ON TUMBLR. COMMENT. LIKE. REBLOG.

DO BETTER AS READERS AND US WRITERS AND ARTISTS WILL GIVE YOU THE WORLD (AND MANY OTHER WORLDS TO BOOT)

That is all. Please reblog the fuck out of this if you agree.

(and tagging my current and last fandoms so this can get in fandom spaces where it needs to be.)

[zmasters]

I had a dream about a new Ciaphas Cain novel and you have to suffer the consequences

[silent-shanin]

A couple of Hilda's Fódstagram pictures from the newest fic by @lordofspiritsandbazongas, coming up with them was such a blast. Especially imagining their day to day hangouts and what they'd do. Of course Dorte had to make an appearance as well

Read fic pls: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60301804

[astrae03]

Captain’s log: It’s been almost 2 hours since AO3 went down I’m not coping well to the point my introverted ass has finally decided to actually post something on tumblr for the first time; but in these dark times desperate measures must be taken. Stay strong everyone we will get through this. 🥲😭

[sergeanthopeless]

No Contest - Setleth UFC au

Chapter 3: Round 3

Summary:

Byleth returns to the Octagon after a long recovery.

Excerpt:

“Fighters, touch gloves,” commands the referee, and Byleth stalks forward to obediently extend a fist.

Pinelli’s lip curls as her glove makes contact with Byleth's. “You don’t deserve Blade Breaker.”

Read it on AO3

[baronaliswritingcorner]

Legend of the Warbling Banshee Ch. 3

In this exciting installment, Annette's fantasy-world of a perfect family crumbles to dust -- will she find the courage to admit that her cousin's a trainwreck? https://archiveofourown.org/works/52915033/chapters/137508517 #FEThreeHouses #FETH #Fanfic

[withpatiencecomespeace]

South Asian Dedue by Quan Ming

This is where it started, The Lion and the Lotus. Feeling powerless during the 2020 Black Lives Matter movement, I sought to transform my anguish with a Duscur fix-it. When Quan Ming created this for me, my vision crystallized.

Now, what started as an experiment to 1) insert South Asian characters into a "Western fantasy" and 2) imbue the real encounters of genocide experienced by my immediate family -- has turned into a 170k+ mystery drama that has been showered with fan art, memes, fan fics, and thoughtful conversations.

Thank you so much to everyone who has Fire Emblem engaged with me! As of 24 hours ago, the world has started steering in a new direction. Works like this are more important than ever. Let's share works that restore our faith in humanity with each other -- and let's share the work of restoring humanity together.

Posted with permission. Show Quan Ming some love on Bluesky and Twitter!

[yinemw]

𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬

context: catching bf Felix taking care of stray kittens (gender neutral reader)

warnings: none

character: Felix from fire emblem three houses/three hopes

m.list

It was weird, really. Catching Felix doing something embarrassing, or, what he thought was embarrassing. Everyone knew him for his cold attitude, only interested in sparring and learning new techniques with the sword. Spending day and night at the sparring grounds, perfecting his skill. Yet here he was, sitting on the ground, pants full of dust and milk as five kittens crawl on top of him.

“Don’t” was the first word leaving his lips, cheeks dusted with a light shade of pink as he grabs one of the kittens off his shoulder. Your lips parted, not sure if you should laugh or help. Only reason you had even caught him in this position was simply your curiosity. Felix had started to leave class in a rush, mumbling a quick excuse your way before he was already off. You knew he wasn’t a cheater, he simply didn’t have the time for that. It was hard enough to convince him to date you. But still, you were curious to what he was up to, rushing off like he always did.

“Felix—”

“I know what you’re going to say. You’ll tease me, and I don’t need that right now. Will you just help me” he asked, avoiding eye contact.

“Oh Felix” you sigh, sitting down on your knees and taking one of the kittens in your arms. Feeling the small purrs vibrate against your fingers. There was a moment of silence as Felix filled the bowl with fresh milk, the kittens all surrounding the bowl and drinking up the liquid with their small tongues.

“I found them near the entrance to the abyss. Their mother was nowhere to be seen and…it felt wrong to leave them there. I asked Mercedes hypothetically how to take care of kittens and she told me to give them milk and make sure they’re warm” he explains as he looks down at the five small creatures, a certain fondness in his eyes.

A smile creeps up to your lips, this was the side of Felix few had seen before. A side which you of course had started to see more often, his softness creeping to the surface whenever it was just the two of you. “Hypothetically, huh? You stubborn man, why didn’t you just ask for help?”

“You’d go around telling everyone I’m soft, and I certainly don’t need that, and…”

“And?”

He stays quiet, reaching out a finger and gently petting one of the kittens as it continued to drink the milk. “I enjoy spending time with them…” he confesses, the tips of his ears slightly red. It was clear confessing something like that was hard for him, but he trusts you. More than anyone.

Your eyes land on his rolled up sleeves, revealing all of the small cuts and scrapes that had become more frequent on his skin. Not being able to resist, you reach out your hand and touch his arm, feeling the strong muscle beneath your fingers. “You told me you got these from sparring, you liar. Turns out just a bunch of kitties were climbing on you”

He lets out a scoff, golden eyes meeting yours. “Didn’t think you’d believe me when I told you Sylvain had scratched my neck last week, yet you did. So gullible”

“Hey, call me whatever you want, you’re the father of five”

Felix picks up one of the kittens, it was clear they trusted him. The way they purred, rubbing their fuzzy faces against his body. “Shut up”

Lifting your hand from his arm, you brush the stray strands of hair away from his eyes, something you used to do even before your relationship. “I’ll help you Felix, if you promise I can name one of the kitties”

“Tsk”

You frown at him, grabbing his chin lightly, making him look up at you. “You clearly need the help, and since we are obviously gonna keep all five kittens, it seems only fair you let your co-parent name one of the children”

“You’re using co-parent wrong” he rolled his eyes, wrapping his fingers around your wrist and pulling it away from his face.

“What do you mean?”

“Co-parent means if the parents are separated— we’re not even parents Y/n, just taking care of a bunch of kittens”

Ready to protest, yet you close your mouth. Knowing there was no reason, Felix was set in his ways. The fact he hadn’t pushed you away and let you help him was enough for now. “Fine, but I’m still naming that one Lix” you point to the black kitten.

“…why Lix?”

You hesitate, but end up acting on your urges and cup his cheeks, squishing them together. “He has the same grumpy face as you”

Felix lets out a grumble, shaking your hands away from his face. Even though he seemed to dislike it, you catch the way the tips of his ears turn a pinkish color yet again.

“Fair enough, I named the greedy one always drinking the most milk Y/n”

“Hey! Rude!”

☆

Next time class finished, the blue lions watch as you and Felix rush out together. A bottle of milk in your hands as a small smile plays on Felix’s lips.

“What are those two up to?” Dimitri asks in amusement as your silhouettes disappear in the distance.

“No idea” Ingrid had answered, shrugging her shoulders, just as confused as the young prince.

Mercedes couldn’t help but let out a soft giggle, “I might have an idea of what they’re doing”

𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒙 𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒚: ★

[mousegard]

it's the act 2 finale! enjoy a nice loooooong chapter that definitely won't end on a cliffhanger!

Symphogear SfZ: Aria of the Black Eagle, Season 2

Episode 16: Farewell, My Sister

The Frontier Incident comes to an explosive conclusion. Hibiki resolves to make a new friend or die trying. Chris and Edelgard part ways.

She drew a deep breath and exhaled through her nose. “I guess we’d better have a final exam, too. If you win, I’ll let you go home with that Gear. But if I win, you’ll hand Labrys over to the old man before you leave.” Edelgard watched her hands curl into tight, furious fists. She followed the turn of her head and the shifting of her gaze back toward Hibiki and Byleth’s match, which Genjuro was (of course) watching with his arms crossed proudly over his chest (Hibiki’s parents were gathered behind him, equal parts awestruck and terrified). “Symphogears are about putting out fires,” Chris added, “not starting them.” “Yes. And I intend to use mine to quash a fire that has been raging for thirteen centuries.” “But I’m not going to let you take yours and turn it into a war machine.” “And what of Heidrun? Dorothea? Divesting the former of her Symphogear would be… well, she would say it would be quite problematic.” “They can keep theirs. But I’ve got the power to make sure you don’t. And that means I’ve got the responsibility to do it.” Were she in Chris’s place and Chris in hers, Edelgard would have said the same. “What are your terms? Same as Professor Byleth’s?” Chris finally looked up and forced her eyes to meet Edelgard’s. The emperor had seen those same eyes often enough in the mirror. Cold. Determined. Merciless. “Labrys versus Ichaival,” she said. “Gear versus Gear.”