#mentioned dorothea arnault

[askhubertvonvestra]

Boops nose, how have you been?

...I see you missed these antics.

But I have been well. With the support of our allies, progress with the war has been both swift and decisive.

Although I suppose that doesn't quite answer your question. Dorothea and Petra have brought it to my attention that I rarely respond accordingly when questions involve me directly, so. I have been collaborating with Linhardt on his more engaging studies, and Bernadetta has been joining Ferdinand and I for tea as of late. Byleth has gladly roped me into their training sessions with Caspar, claiming that we will be good influences on one another. Begrudgingly, they were not incorrect on that front. Naturally, this has been encouraged by Her Majesty as we both pursue greater independence and free time outside of our duties.

Likewise, it would be excellent news to know that you are doing well. May only the best cross your path.

[diezmil10000]

A girl like you

versión original en español, Una chica como tú

[bananabraiined]

Well? Like what you see?

[kumeko]

For risquetendencies, for the FE Three houses Spring exchange!

Prompt: For, Dorothea marrying someone else (maybe Hanneman bc the fact that they have a paired ending with kids blew my mind) because it was the best option at the time. She and Linhardt were mutually pining while at the academy but he lazed around too much then instead of shooting his shot and missed the chance to say anything. Years later, they cross paths again and old feelings are rekindled.

A/N: I absolutely love the idea of a reunion like this! Immediately it ate my brain and I had to write it. I was tempted to have her married to Manuela/Ferdinand, I think that would be a fun ot3, but I wanted this to be a more tempered piece and Hanneman fits a lot better than “whirlwind romance of 3 divas”. I also find Hanneman’s ending with her funny, I wonder how many years it took before she said “Yep, those are my kids and my husband.”

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Dorothea.

A woman Linhardt hadn’t thought about in over a decade. A woman he hadn’t seen in even longer. Yet, despite the time that had passed, he knew the woman standing in front of him was her all the same. Her face had matured over the years, soft cheeks giving way to more defined cheekbones. Where before her hair had been loose and free, her wavy locks were pinned up, giving her an elegant look. And her clothing…

True to her wishes, she had clearly moved up in the world, swathed in silks and satin as she was.

Her green eyes widened as she caught sight of him. Despite her surprise, she recovered faster than he did, her ruby red lips curving into a provocative smile. “Linhardt. It’s been a while.”

Even now, her voice had a musical lilt. Tongue-tied, all Linhardt could reply with was, “Yes, it has.”

-x-

The Crimson Flower was a small but fancy coffee shop. Despite his passing knowledge, he could tell with a single glance that the red velvet seats and the intricately carved wooden paneling were of the highest quality. The last time he had entered such a refined establishment, he had still numbered amongst Fódlan’s nobility.

Now, as a mere researcher, it cost more than a year’s salary for a single meal here.

A problem Dorothea didn’t have, with the familiarity she perused the menu. A red fingernail traced the fine stock paper listing a variety of deserts. Her lips pursed as she tapped one before sighing and setting down the menu. At his curious glance, she smiled wryly and explained, “Tragically, now that I have a show in production, I have to maintain my figure.”

 Even in his relative hermitage, Linhardt had heard passing tales of her performances. “Your fans wouldn’t mind.”

“That’s sweet.” Dorothea bit her cheek before signalling a waiter and ordering the smallest slice of cheesecake. “I suppose it can’t hurt to have just one. It is a special occasion.”

Special. Throughout their school days or the war, they hadn’t been the most intimate. Just two acquaintances who’d bump into each other every now and then in the quiet corners of their school. His most vivid memory was of her sitting beside him in an alcove, her crossed ankles grazing his, her chin propped on her hand as she idly looked out the window.

Of her green eyes filled with silent mirth whenever she noticed his stare, her lips mouthing, “Like what you see?”

And now here she was, sitting across from him, more than a table between them.

“You look good,” Linhardt finally said after their coffees arrived. He hadn’t been keen on the drink until Hubert had all but foisted it on him. Now he could hardly handle a day without one.

Dorothea chuckled. “You? Giving Pleasantries? Since when did you care for social norms?”

His fingers curled around his hot mug. “I’ve had to adapt. It’s hard to get research grants otherwise.”

“Hmm, so I’ve heard.” Dorothea stirred her coffee twice. “I suppose time really does change everything. Even you.” She tapped her spoon on the rim as she studied him. “I wish I could say the same, but you look terrible. Have you been sleeping?”

He resisted the urge to turn to the window. Without looking, he knew what he’d see: dark bags under his eyes, pale skin, messy strands of hair escaping his ribbon. It had been a while since he’d last groomed. Suddenly, he wished he had. “Exhausted,” he explained. “The problem with research, I suppose.”

Dorothea frowned. “Ah, yes. Research. My bane.”

Linhardt paused. She’d never seemed to hate her studies in the past.

“What are you researching?” Dorothea asked before taking a sip of her coffee.

“Crests.” Was there an easy way to tell her? He usually talked to fellow academics; it had been a while since he had to translate to the layman. “To be precise, the variations of Crest strengths, especially on those that have diverged from other Crests over the centuries.” Cutting himself off before he could ramble, Linhardt looked away. “It’s hard to explain simply.”

Despite his fears, Dorothea didn’t look confused in the least. Her fingers rapped the table as she considered his words. “Is it just about the skills connected to the Crests or also about power levels?”

“The former.” Linhardt blinked, surprised. “I wouldn’t have pegged this as an interest of yours.”

“I know enough,” Dorothea said with a delicate shrug. “A passing knowledge, though far more than I desire.”

There was a story there that she wasn’t telling. Linhardt sipped his sugary-sweet coffee. “You’re in a lot of shows now.”

“Dozens each year,” Dorothea confirmed with a confident smirk. There was that fire in her eyes, the one he’d seen whenever she’d marched past any of her detractors, the one that he couldn’t help but follow even if he was across the room. “I doubt you can pass a corner without a poster—though, then again,” she tapped her eyes. “you’re not going out, are you?”

He couldn’t deny that. “Research takes up too much time.”

“Research and napping, right?” Dorothea asked with a wink. She giggled when he reluctantly nodded. “Still lost in your own world. I’m glad that much hasn’t changed.”

The fondness in her voice almost took his breath away. It was strange. They hadn’t met in years and yet, it was all too easy to talk to her, to slip into old patterns. He’d asked her to dinner once, but they’d never gone—he’d kept putting it off. The war, the rebuilding, the research; there was always something else to do.

Would it be too late to do so now?

“Dorothea—” Sunlight through the window hit her and something glinted around her neck. It was a golden chain looped through a small, simple golden band.

Noticing his stare, Dorothea glanced down and softly gasped. “Oops.” Sheepishly, she pulled out the chain, her hand curling delicately around the ring at the end. Her expression softened. “My little secret. I can’t let my adoring audience know about this just yet.”

“You got married,” Linhardt replied automatically, putting two and two together.

She gently dropped the ring under her dress’s collar. “Yes.”

This time, his breath did get knocked out of him.

“I didn’t think I would, after…everything. Especially when Ingrid…” Dorothea’s eyes darkened as her voice trembled. Even after all these years, their former friends’ deaths still hit hard. “When they all died. It was hard to want that anymore. Though I…” She peeked up, her eyes meeting his, her gaze lingering as she continued, “I did have second thoughts. I waited…though I’m not sure for what.”

He could hear the unsaid words, the pointed barbs that led back to that delayed dinner, to that chance that he’d never taken.

To that chance he could now never take.

She broke eye contact first. “Anyways, I thought I’d just throw myself into work. Become the second Manuela, so to speak. It was hard at first, but I started to get bigger and bigger roles in the local opera troupes.” Dorothea sipped her coffee. “I didn’t have too many fans at first, but…well, I had one consistent one. Hanneman made sure to come to every single opening. Sometimes with Manuela, sometimes alone…”

Her gaze grew tender. “He’d promised I’d always know kindness, and despite my doubts, he proved it.”

Linhardt stared down at his coffee, at the murky darkness. He’d heard about her shows, from Hubert, from Bernetta, from Hanneman himself, the times they’d collaborated on Crestology. Once, just once, he’d bought a ticket, but he’d never been able to bring himself to go.

“One time, he’d missed the show. It felt so wrong—even after the curtains fell, I didn’t feel right until he came running as everyone was leaving, flowers in his hand.” Dorothea giggled, shaking her head. “The silly man apologized. He was so flustered—it was adorable.”

Now she looked up, locking eyes with him once more. “I remembered what you said. I’m not the kind of girl to wait—I do what I want, with my head held up high. So I asked him out.”

“Oh.”

“And then I had to ask him out a few more times because he thought I was just teasing.” Dorothea clicked her tongue. “As though I would take courtship lightly. He ruined all of my plans of nobility and marry rich.” Her hand rested on her chest, tapping the hidden ring. “But I can’t say I regret any of it.”

He couldn’t say the same. Linhardt curled his fingers. “Are you happy?”

“Very much so. It isn’t the whirlwind romance I’d imagined as a girl, or the quiet practicality I’d accepted as a teen but…” Dorothea smiled softly. “Love is a more complicated thing than that. It’s not the life I pictured but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

She sets down her spoon. Just when had she finished her meal? His own coffee had grown cold.

“No, I suppose that is a lie.” Dorothea reached forward, her warm hand covering his. Despite the passing years, remembrances of the war didn’t fade easily and he could feel her scars and callouses. She squeezed his hand, lingering for a moment before pulling away. “I do have one regret.”

Linhardt turned his hand and squeezed back before she could escape. “Me too.”

She closed her eyes. Her smile turned bittersweet as she stood up, her hand slipping out of his grasp. “It was good seeing you, Linhardt.”

He could only watch as she left, as her figure appeared outside the window and she stepped into a waiting carriage. The seat across from him was empty, only a lipstick stained cup and some cheesecake crumbs proving that Dorothea had been there, had been so close and yet so far at the same time.

The coffee was cold. Linhardt picked it up anyways, turning slightly to stare out the window. Across the street, a giant poster for Dorothea’s latest opera was plastered on a wall, her enigmatic smile dominating the paper.

He took a sip but all the sugar in the world couldn’t stop the bitterness filling him now.

Let’s have a proper dinner, she’d asked him once. Not in the dining hall, but out. The two of us.

He should have taken her then.

[schimmelspore]

How is Claude the most bisexual 💀 You have canonically bisexual characters who have ending, support- Some litteraly flirt with the same gender, directly mention their bisexuality, fuck with gender and have heavily queer themes!! I mean, you're in the "Bi girl with an axe who swing both way fighting against the Church and the oppressive system, and litteraly DOROTHEA ARNAULT"

Claude is definitely bisexual despite canon, but you deserve better than him >:[ If u want bi men, Fe3h might lack much of a choice, but you get the cute sleepy nerd or the serial killer who supports women directly with the eagles ( and I mean, if you recruit you can get angry "I'm not in love with childhood friend(s) despite crying harder than their wife at their death or making death pack which is like the equivalent of gay marriage in Faerghus", the rat ACAB guy or Sylvain )

Im just clinically obsessed with Claude, dude. Let me have my lil scheming asshole lmao i am weak to his two faced flirting and constant plans to poison everyone.

Besides, im well aware of all the other characters, this is my 4th playthrough and im clinically obsessed with said sleepyhead and so many others as well.

[frickingnerd]

dorothea with an insomniac s/o

pairing: dorothea arnault x gn!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, cuddling, established romantic relationship

you've had trouble falling asleep for a while now, whether it was simple restlessness or thoughts that haunted you when you closed your eyes

since you shared a bed with your girlfriend quite frequently, it was only a matter of time before dorothea started to pick up on your struggle to fall asleep

dorothea really wanted to help you, however she could, curious about what she could do to help you

despite you mentioning that nothing really seemed to be working, she was determined to find something to help you relax

and that something was going to be cuddling with her! surely you'd relax if she gently played with your hair and let you rest your head in her lap

though what really ended up helping you fall asleep was your girlfriend softly singing a song for you! 

her singing blocked out all the noises around you and inside your head, allowing you to finally relax a bit

and soon, you were fast asleep, while dorothea continued to sing to you and gently play with your hair, determined to stay with you until you woke up again!

[raxistaicho]

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I tagged 482 of my posts in 2022

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#fire emblem three houses - 251 posts

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#edelgard von hresvelg - 167 posts

#edelgard positive - 153 posts

#three hopes - 98 posts

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#i mention socialist theory a couple times while discussing edelgard and i get fucking weirdo capitalist bootlickers crawling up my ass

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Edelgard haters get pretty gross about Jeritza

Something I see pretty often from Edelgard’s detractors, both on gamefaqs and here on Tumblr, is referring to Jeritza as just a murderer or serial killer. Not even hyperbole, they’ll just call him “a murderer” or “Edelgard’s serial killer.”

Like... you’re referring to a man in constant severe psychological distress, not fucking Light Yagami. Jeritza is fully cognizant that what he’s doing isn’t okay, and he believes himself to be wrong for it, to the point that he rebuffs Edelgard’s suggestion that he finds some way to make up for his crimes. In his mind, the only suitable response is punishment, even if it lasts for the rest of his life. He kills because he can’t stop himself, not because he’s rationalized himself into it.

Prior to Hopes coming out we didn’t really know how Edelgard felt about Jeritza’s actions, but their support chain makes it clear she’s doing her best to minimize the damage he can cause (in both Houses and Hopes, he emphasizes that without her help he’d just kill civilians instead) while trying to sincerely help him however she can. Are her methods perfect? No, but she’s operating within a society where mental health is clearly a non-existent concept and which would prefer to just execute him as a first resort. That she’s even broaching the concept of redemption and acceptance is an amazing step given the world she’s in.

Really, what’s different between Jeritza and Jaffar? I don’t see nearly such vitriol aimed at the latter, and he doesn’t even contemplate the idea of redemption or punishment before he meets Nino. So seriously, just writing Jeritza off as a murderer is disgusting and ableist.

109 notes - Posted July 2, 2022

#4

Sena: Our queen is really elegant. Refined and graceful.

(Probably) Sena’s Queen:

114 notes - Posted July 31, 2022

#3

Edelgard’s not responsible for Dimitri

Of late I’ve seen some very bizarre takes that seem to be indicating that Edelgard wasn’t properly respecting or feeling sorry for the man pain horrible things Dimitri has been going through of late, such as Cornelia’s coup or the Tragedy of Duscur.

And I wonder why... should... she?

She doesn’t remember her past with Dimitri until well beyond the point of reconciliation with him in Crimson Flower and Azure Moon, and she still places her cause as more important than Dimitri’s - one person’s - wishes and comfort. She didn’t kill his family, there’s no indication she was the one to get Cornelia to do a coup, and she didn’t make him glower in the wilderness for five years because he isn’t getting his deathmatch with Edelgard today rather than go to Rodrigue for aid and shelter.

It’s really strange and gross, a general theme I’ve seen from some of Dimitri’s fans ever since the game came out is the unspoken assumption that since he’s obsessed with her, she should return his focus.

Well, she doesn’t. As I said in a previous post, Dimitri just isn’t important to the person Edelgard is now; he’s symbolic of the life she lost. Edelgard has the whole of Fodlan to worry about; Dimitri’s just one man. He’s the past, she looks to the future.

I think the issue at hand here is that Dimitri, more than anything, wants as much of his golden past back as possible. This comes to the point of him not respecting her final wish nor the reality that just extending his hand to her won’t erase the fact that they cannot co-exist after the war began; she has to plunge a knife into his shoulder to drive the point home to him, while to Byleth words are sufficient. Dimitri’s fans want what Dimitri wants, so they think Edelgard is being “mean” by not yielding to his wish to make peace with him.

Edelgard’s not responsible for the things that happened to Dimitri, nor is she responsible for his reactions to them.

146 notes - Posted May 8, 2022

#2

The chaos of war

One thing I think gets lost in the endless flood of “lol it’s unfinished” comments surrounding Crimson Flower is that the route portrays the chaotic conditions that arise in war far more elegantly than Gronder Field in Azure Moon and Verdant Wind could ever hope to.

AM and VW insists that fog, which totally exists, trust us bro, caused Dimitri and Claude to be unable to recognize the armies of each other despite all three armies wearing color-coded uniforms.

Meanwhile, in Crimson Flower, at Tailltean, the allied Kingdom and Church armies are soundly defeated by the Black Eagle Strike Force in spite of their pride and honor, and their sacred weapons, Crested blood, golems, and Relics. And their ultimate defeat comes not at the hands of the Sword of the Creator, or Aymr, or the Black Eagles themselves but from the weather.

The Kingdom and the Church intend to strike the Imperial army down with a simple by effective pincer attack:

And Hubert concludes on his own that their allied armies would be very difficult for the Imperial army to overcome:

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156 notes - Posted November 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

“The Agarthans were toppled so easily!” Except not really.

Something I’ve seen frequently since the Three Hopes demo came out is a claim from Edelgard’s detractors that Three Hopes “proved” she could have eliminated the Agarthans at any time and that she was never subject to their orders.

If anything, I kinda feel like it proved the opposite; she needed some rapid spur-of-the-moment plan changing and for her scheme in the woods near Remire to go perfectly to have a chance to oust them early on.

Shez isn’t actually very important beyond making sure the trio do not meet Byleth. Alois crossing paths with Byleth and Jeralt ruins everything before it can even begin.

Now, to begin her coup against the Agarthans early, she needs to rescue Monica. This is absolutely essential because Monica’s testimony is necessary to getting Solon outed, and Edelgard needs Solon outed before she can secure Church aid in attacking Arundel.

To rescue Monica, she needs;

-The Iron King Thieves to be at the compound they’re holding Monica in.

This is something Edelgard cannot manipulate. She can only react to the convenient opportunity as it arises. This appears to require Kostas being dead; if alive, he tromps off to Zanado instead.

-For the Church to send an expedition after the Iron King Thieves.

Again, she can’t make this happen on her own.

-For the class sent after the Iron King Thieves to be led by Jeritza.

Hanneman and Manuela would have likely followed procedure and waited for support before storming an unknown enemy compound; Alois’s dialogue upon catching up with the class after the rescue suggests they went way ahead of what was necessary. The conditions of the battle itself strongly suggests they only barely got to Monica in time.

Now, she doesn’t actually need for the Eagles to be the class doing this. If you’re not playing Scarlet Blaze she’s seen talking to Jeritza before the mission, suggesting she asked him to look for Monica during the attack.

So why wouldn’t this have worked with Byleth? Having Byleth fight the thieves was just a pretext for Rhea to get Byleth to Zanado. Every mission during the first part of White Clouds is carefully crafted by Rhea so as to test whether Byleth really harbors Sothis and to teach them lessons about the church and their responsibilities as a member of it.

Next, Edelgard needs for Monica to be believed; her quip about Rhea “clapping [Monica] in irons” suggests Rhea would have taken a flippant and groundless accusation against a member of the church as a grave offense.

Next, Edelgard needs for Rhea to support the expedition to Enbarr. Not so much for the extra military help, but to control the situation in the city. Edelgard’s still very much the underdog in this battle, and it’s only the support of the Knights of Seiros outside the palace and Bergliez and Hevring inside it that helps her to win the day.

On that note, she needs Bergliez and Hevring to agree to help. Dialogue from the cutscene beforehand seems to suggest that they had planned something akin to this ahead of time, but she’s still acting way ahead of schedule. If the two men had opted not to get involved things could have gone quite different.

If she can get all that, she doesn’t really need Shez for the actual fight. Shez is an able help, but they’re not irreplaceable. It’s also worth noting that Jeritza helps in the battle off-screen even if you are not playing Scarlet Blaze;

So, to fight back against the Agarthans early in Three Hopes, Edelgard needs so many successive lucky breaks in a row that she even points out how miraculous the situation is in her clandestine meeting with Hubert before the Monica rescue.

And for all that? Thales escapes, barely worse for the ware. The Agarthans are ousted from the Empire, but they’re still very much at large, and will likely be a thorn in Edelgard’s side going forward.

Not only was ousting them not easy, it might very well turn out to have done more harm than good. We’ll have to see when we get to the full game.

303 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

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[gokuzard]

Month of Waifus #30: Dorothea Arnault (Fire Emblem Three Houses)

She's extroverted, she protects her friends, she's great with kids and I increasingly relate to her hatred of the upper class.

Also, being a singer, I have to mention her voice in the dub. I love it, but why does she sound familiar? Eh, I don't know.

Though at the time of writing, the only FE I've played is 3 Houses, and the only routes I've done is Crimson Flower and half of Silver Snow.

[lucresence]

Muse Roster

updates possible // click links for headcanons

Fire Emblem: Three Houses

all muses are route flexible // post-timeskip by default

Kriemhild von Draupnir (OC)

Black Eagles OC

Primary muse

Bisexual muse

More information & canon interactions

Possible sensitive content: bullying, burn scars

Ingrid Brandl Galatea

Primary muse

Bisexual muse

Disclaimer & headcanons

Possible sensitive content: arranged marriages, death

Mercedes von Martritz

Secondary muse

Bisexual muse (male-leaning)

Crimson Flower default with Black Eagles

Headcanons

Possible sensitive content: arranged marriages, death, emotional abuse

Dorothea Arnault

Primary muse

Bisexual muse

Headcanons

Possible sensitive content: mentions of sexual interactions, death, sexual harassment

muses will default to Three Hopes when interacting with Shez

[silverspecks]

Ten favourite characters from ten pieces of media:

1.) Dorothea Arnault- I love her so much-So much that she’s my profile picture. Also we share a birthday.

2.) Inej Ghafa- Fron the Grishaverse series of novels. I debated between Inej and Zoya but Inej won out just slightly.

3.) Kate Bridgerton (Previously Kate Sharma): I love her so much. We didn’t know if we were going to watch Bridgerton after season one but Kate made me want to stick to it.

4.) Harrowhark Nonagesimus- A lot of Locked Tomb characters could go here but she’s currently one of my favourite characters of all time.

5.) Inigo/Laslow: From Fire Emblem Awakening and Fire Emblem Fates. Congrats Inigo for being the first male character to make it in this list!! I already listed a character from Three Houses but Fates/Awakening is a very different game.

6.) Caethari Aeduria: Is this recently biased? I don’t know. But congrats Caethari for making this list. I love you so much. Check out A Strange and Stubborn Endurance by Fox Meadows

7.) Marz-From I was a Teenage Exocolonist. I love Marz so much.

8.) Peeta Mellark: From the Hunger Games. Peeta has always been one of my favourite guys of all time. And he still makes this list.

9.) Dorian Pavus- I might be out of the Dragon Age fandom but I still love Dorian so so much.

10.) Finally Special Mentions to Leander and Kane-Two of the specialist OCs from my two specialists partners. Thank you @crownsofguilt and @transselkie for these two fantastic guys. Thea and Victarion should also go here but listing Leander and Kane as my special pics for this list adds for extra hilarity.

@crownsofguilt you can list ten other characters if you want. @transselkie list your guys!

TAG GAME— List 10 of your favorite characters from different fandoms

Thank you for tagging me @coderiderr

Hortensia (Fire Emblem Engage)

Juvia Lockser (Fairy Tail)

Kaze (Fire Emblem Fates)

Lisia (Pokémon)

Maka Albarn (Soul Eater)

Owain (Fire Emblem Awakening)

Shirayuki (Snow White with the Red Hair)

Van Hohenheim (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Yuuri Katsuki (Yuri!!! on ICE)

Zeref Dragneel (Fairy Tail)

Tagging: @fayesdiary @dragonballwish @elegyofthemoon @sevarix-blogs @ghostlydragonpainter

[askhubertvonvestra]

(Lyrics from All of You from Encanto)

Dorothea: Hey, Ferdinand. Why so blue?

Ferdinand: I... just got so much love inside~

Dorothea: Well y'know I got this friend of mine, too. Remember Hubert?

Hubert, pops out of nowhere: Ok I'll take it from here, goodbye!

You talk so loud~ You take care of your mother and you make her proud! You write your own poetry every night when you go to sleep- -And I'm seizing the moment, so would you wake up and notice me?

Ferdinand, stunned: Hubert... I see you...

Hubert: And I hear you!~

Dorothea and Bernadetta in the background: YES!

Ferdinand: Let's get married~

Hubert: Slow down!

Dorothea informed me she was working on various plays regarding our time during the war. I should have realized this is what she had in mind far sooner.

If nothing else, I can properly inform her on how I would dismiss someone from my company if necessary. I suppose she can be forgiven on account of taking... creative license. She wasn’t present, after all, when we...

Do excuse me. I’ve business to attend to with our songstress.

[bananabraiined]

See? They're not so bad.

[askferdinandvonaegir]

Did you ever see Dorothea perform in the opera when you were a kid?

Did I see Dorothea perform? I am not sure. . .

Oh, now I remember! I recall seeing her in performances a few years ago, when she first joined the opera company. However, she had minor roles at the beginning, and that was around the time I began attending operas left often because I had more responsibilities. By the time Dorothea began getting major roles, I rarely went to the opera company. This is why I did not recognize her upon enrolling at the Officer’s Academy, as my memories of her prior are few and vague.

Though considering her notorious disliking of me, perhaps that is for the best.

[wolfhednn]

cw: immolation, electrocution, stalking mention

THESE AREN'T ORDINARY HIGHWAYMEN. missing students aside, this attack was far too coordinated. there were too many men on standby for what should have been an easy kidnapping. they must have expected resistance. his stomach sinks. the ambush had never been on their side after all.

in the dark, the enemy is veiled and their weapons hidden. they rely on daggers: small, deadly things impossible to see coming until they're cutting into him, so he focuses on their movements instead, anticipating a strike before it comes——but it doesn't always work, and he can only cast so much thunder for quick snatches of light. within a minute, several scratches sting across his arms and torso, some deeper than others, but he keeps his footing. if he loses balance, it's all over. "who are you," he demands. no answer. "more of lord ione's men?" only steel sparking steel.

jaw clenched, he pushes into the offensive: a bold rush forward, grabbing the assailant's collar, pushing electricity into his fist. in the sparking blue-white, he catches the eyes of an older woman. pain bursts in the side of his thigh: the dagger digging in in response, but the body in his hand tremors uncontrollably from the current too. "where are the missing students. tell me or i'll kill you." she's struggling in his grip, but just barely ; there's something wrong about it. but before he can react, her head suddenly leans in close and whispers gleefully before he can jerk back:

"he's been thinking about her for years. miss arnault. . ."

suddenly, heat erupts mere meters to their left ; letting go, felix staggers, stunned, over cracking twigs to avoid catching fire. the woman isn't as fortunate ; an extended branch ignites in an flash just above her head, catching her hair in hungry embers, soon flickering down to claw at her face. gritting his teeth, he turns away as cries of alarm turn quickly to screams, debating running her through to end her misery——before something grabs his arm and pulls.

he twists around, throwing his weight into a hard shove, then stops when tongues of light catch mahogany strands and a resolute face. dorothea? he isn't able to catch his voice between trying to keep his footing and coughing as smoke begins to invade. it's only then, finding his stumbling footsteps after her, that he registers shouts and screams around them numbering more than just one. others had been lying in wait. which meant he'd. . .

a flash of roaring fire erases any thoughts as they run. still pulling him, dorothea calls back something about varley territory, and his eyes narrow. she thinks? . . .they don't have other options. "i can ride," he confirms sharply, then chances a look behind them when more sure-sounding voices resound between the trees. figures half-lit by the growing inferno, still chasing them. they're persistent.

"hold on!" with a hard yank, he frees his wrist from dorothea's grasp, then——"hyraah!"——swings his sword overhead with both arms as they pass beneath the flaming trunk of a half-fallen tree caught diagonally against another. as he'd hoped, a blind surge rears its roaring head in his blood, lending his weapon impossible strength ; the trunk severs with a deafening CRACK, crashing to the ground with a shudder and spreading its fire to the forest floor. a howl engulfs the dryleaf just behind them, hopefully cutting off their pursuers.

still, there's no guarantee they're safe. dorothea'd said something about riding just now. "where's the horse!"

　tailor of roses and their thorns.

　　　　　　　　　 　　❪　m. recovery　/　sword point　❫

[askedelgardvonhresvelg]

Edie! It's you! Hello! - Dorothea

Hello Dorothea. How are you?

[frickingnerd]

confessing to dorothea

pairing: dorothea arnault x gn!commoner!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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