#reader x dedue molinaro

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A Taste of Home - F!Reader x Dedue Molinaro

Fire Emblem - Three Houses (Time Skip)

Determined to honor her Duscur roots, Reader enlists Dedue’s help to learn more of the intricate art of Duscur cooking.

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The kitchens of Garreg Mach Monastery were quiet in the early hours, the morning sunlight just beginning to filter through the high windows. [Name] pushed open the door, her boots echoing softly on the stone floor. She paused just inside, the familiar smells of flour, herbs, and roasting meats washing over her.

Near the far counter, Dedue was already hard at work, his broad back turned as he kneaded dough with practiced ease. Despite the tension that clung to Garreg Mach during the war, Dedue carried an air of calm purpose, his movements steady and deliberate.

[Name] lingered for a moment before clearing her throat. Dedue turned, his expression as unreadable as ever.

“[Name],” he greeted with a polite nod. “Is there something you need?”

She swallowed her nerves. “I… need your help. I want to learn to cook. Specifically Duscur dishes.”

Dedue’s hands stilled, his gaze sharpening as he studied her. “Why Duscur?”

She hesitated. “Because… it’s part of who I am. My mother used to make a few Duscur meals when I was a child, but after the tragedy…” She trailed off, shaking her head. “I didn’t keep up with it. And now, I realize how much I’ve lost.”

Dedue was silent for a moment, his eyes thoughtful. Finally, he nodded. “Very well. I will teach you.”

Their first lesson was humbling.

“Duscur cooking values precision,” Dedue explained, his deep voice steady as he handed her a knife. “Each ingredient has its purpose, and every step must be done with care.”

[Name] nodded, gripping the knife as Dedue placed a cutting board in front of her. A pile of onions sat to the side, their sharp scent already making her eyes water.

“Begin by slicing these,” he instructed.

She tried to mimic the clean, even slices Dedue had demonstrated, but her hands were clumsy, the blade awkward in her grip. The onions ended up in uneven chunks, and by the time she finished, her eyes were stinging, and her shoulders ached.

Dedue inspected her work without a word, then picked up a knife of his own. “Watch closely,” he said, demonstrating the proper technique again. His hands moved with practiced ease, the blade gliding through the onion like it was nothing. “You’re using too much force. Let the knife do the work.”

[Name] frowned, adjusting her grip as she tried again. This time, her cuts were smoother, though still far from perfect.

“Better,” Dedue said, his tone approving. “You learn quickly.”

She smiled, feeling a flicker of pride despite the sweat on her brow. “Thanks.”

Over the next few weeks, the lessons became a regular part of [Name]'s routine. Early mornings in the kitchen with Dedue, learning to slice, sauté, and season with the precision and care that Duscur cuisine demanded.

Dedue was a patient teacher, though his standards were high. He rarely offered praise, but when he did, it was sincere and carried weight. [Name] found herself striving to meet his expectations, her determination growing with each lesson.

As they worked, they talked. [Name] shared stories of her mother and childhood. Her mother’s connection to Duscur had been one of quiet pride, passed down in small ways—stories, songs, and the simple meals she cooked on rare occasions.

“I wish I had paid more attention,” [Name] admitted one morning as they prepared a dish of spiced roasted vegetables. “But I was just a kid. I didn’t understand how important it was.”

Dedue nodded, his expression thoughtful. “You understand now. That is what matters.”

In return, Dedue spoke of his own childhood in Duscur, of the flavors and traditions that shaped his early years. His voice carried a quiet reverence when he spoke of his mother’s skill in the kitchen, her ability to turn simple ingredients into something extraordinary.

“She believed that food could bring people together,” he said. “Even in the darkest times.”

The turning point came during a rare celebration at Garreg Mach. The Blue Lions had secured a significant victory, and morale was high. [Name] volunteered to make one of the dishes for the feast—a Duscur spiced stew Dedue had taught her.

As she worked, Dedue hovered nearby, offering the occasional piece of advice but otherwise letting her take the lead. The kitchen bustled with activity, but [Name] tuned it all out, focusing on the simmering pot in front of her.

When the stew was served, the others were curious but hesitant, many of them unfamiliar with Duscur cuisine. But the first hesitant bites quickly turned into eager compliments.

“This is incredible,” Annette said, her eyes wide as she ladled a second helping into her bowl. “[Name], did you really make this?”

[Name] grinned, her cheeks flushing with pride. “I had help.”

She glanced at Dedue, who gave her a small nod, the corners of his mouth lifting in what might have been the faintest smile.

Later that evening, as they cleaned up the kitchen together, [Name] found herself lingering over the last few dishes. The warm glow of the feast still lingered, but there was something else she wanted to say.

“Dedue,” she began, her voice softer than usual. “Thank you. For teaching me.”

He paused, setting down the pot he was scrubbing. “You have worked hard. The success is yours.”

She shook her head. “I couldn’t have done it without you. And… I’ve really enjoyed this. Learning from you.”

Dedue’s gaze met hers, and for a moment, the weight of his usual reserve seemed to lift. “I have enjoyed it as well.”

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The following weeks passed in a quiet rhythm, with [Name] and Dedue's morning cooking lessons continuing as a constant amidst the chaos of war. Word of their culinary experiments had spread through the monastery, and now it wasn’t uncommon for other Blue Lions—or even members of other houses—to wander into the kitchen, following the scent of roasting spices and rich stews.

Sylvain was the first to make a habit of it.

“Am I smelling something new today?” he asked one morning, leaning casually against the doorframe as [Name] tried not to burn the flatbread she was attempting to flip.

“It’s not ready yet,” Dedue said without looking up from his work. His tone was polite, but there was an unmistakable firmness to it.

“Come on, Dedue, you know I’ll eat anything,” Sylvain teased, though he didn’t push further. Instead, he turned his attention to [Name]. “You’ve been spending a lot of time in here. Dedue teaching you all his secrets?”

[Name] smirked, swiping at a smudge of flour on her cheek. “Not all of them, but enough to keep you out of trouble. If you’re lucky, I might let you try this—when it’s actually done.”

Sylvain’s grin widened, and he gave a mock bow. “I’ll hold you to that.”

By the time the next feast rolled around, [Name] and Dedue were no longer alone in the kitchen. Annette had volunteered to help, her boundless energy making up for her lack of skill with a knife. Felix, surprisingly, had been roped in as well, though his involvement was more begrudging.

“This is ridiculous,” Felix muttered as he peeled a particularly stubborn potato. “Why am I here?”

“Because you’re good with a blade,” [Name] teased. “And Dedue promised not to let you leave until you finished.”

Dedue, standing at the stove, didn’t comment, but there was a faint glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

The camaraderie in the kitchen was infectious, and even Felix couldn’t completely hide his smirk when Annette’s attempts at chopping carrots resulted in pieces flying in every direction.

It was during one of these bustling mornings that Byleth wandered in. The professor’s presence was quieter than the others, but it carried weight. Byleth observed for a while before stepping in to help, her hands deftly rolling dough under Dedue’s instruction.

“Have you been practicing without telling me?” [Name] joked, watching as Byleth’s flatbread came out perfectly shaped.

Byleth’s lips twitched in what might have been a smile. “Maybe.”

The professor’s calm presence had a grounding effect, and soon the kitchen felt more like a gathering of friends than a place of work. Even Sylvain, who usually spent more time flirting than helping, found himself caught up in the flow.

It wasn’t long before the others began to notice the subtle shifts between [Name] and Dedue.

“Are you two always this in sync?” Mercedes asked one evening as she watched them plate a dish together. Her tone was light, but her eyes held a knowing warmth.

[Name] glanced at Dedue, who, as always, seemed unbothered by the observation. “I guess we’ve just gotten used to working together,” she said, though her cheeks warmed under Mercedes’ gaze.

“You make a good team,” Mercedes said with a smile before leaving them to their work.

The comments continued to trickle in, each one playful but laced with curiosity.

“I never thought I’d see the day Dedue willingly let someone else handle his spices,” Felix remarked one afternoon, his arms crossed as he watched [Name] stir a pot under Dedue’s supervision.

“Maybe she’s just that good,” Sylvain chimed in, winking at [Name]. “Or maybe Dedue’s going soft.”

Dedue gave Sylvain a look that silenced him immediately, but [Name] couldn’t help but laugh.

It wasn’t until late one evening, long after the others had left the kitchen, that [Name] found herself alone with Dedue again. They were cleaning up, the quiet hum of the monastery settling around them.

“Does it bother you?” she asked suddenly, setting a clean bowl on the drying rack.

Dedue glanced at her. “What?”

“The others… teasing us. Saying we’re close.”

He considered this for a moment before shaking his head. “No. It is true. We are close.”

[Name]'s heart skipped at the simple honesty of his words. “I’m glad,” she said softly. “I’ve learned a lot from you. Not just about cooking.”

Dedue’s gaze held hers for a long moment, something unspoken passing between them. “And I from you.”

The words were quiet, but they carried a weight that left [Name] smiling long after they had parted for the night. The bond they had forged was unmistakable now, and though neither of them spoke of it openly, the foundation of something deeper was there, steady and unshakable amidst the uncertainty of the war.

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Rarely see fanfics for this protective but overall gentle giant. Prepare for a mini Blue Lions binge yall.

[thatanimewriter]

CAT'S OUTTA THE BAG.

➳ request: i can see you've almost hit the 20 request limit, so i hope this one still gets in in time 👀 can i request claude von riegan, dimitri alexandre blaiddyd, dedue molinaro, felix fraldarius and ashe ubert (seperately) sneaking out at night to meet up with the reader (preferably genderneutral), who they are secretly dating and getting caught by their friends/a friend? hope you have a lovely day and take care! <3

➳ character/s: claude von riegan, dimitri alexandre blaiddyd, dude molinaro, felix fraldarius, ashe ubert

➳ warnings: kissing and cringe love stuff, implied aftercare (dedue), use of darling (ashe)

➳ notes: SLAYYYY i love this request ;v; some of them don't technically catch y'all, they just figure it out

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

── 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐍.

hilda caught you guys because she was sus of you guys for ages and claude wasn't giving her anything

ended up staying up late to 'do work' and heard you guys talking in hushed voices

desperately tried to open her door without it making that giant ass creak

claude didn't really care if she caught you guys, he wasn't ashamed of you

he just didn't want to make it super public so you'd both get bothered by people

"i knew it!" hilda whisper screamed, pointing at you both with the utmost betrayal. "ah, you got us," claude said, shrugging casually and draping an arm around your waist to pull you close. "can't tell anyone though, i'll make a courtyard announcement about that one time at the ball-" "fine, fine," hilda sighed. "how long have you guys been dating?" you glanced at claude to ask if it was ok to tell and he squeezed your side lightly for permission. "nearly a year," you admitted. "WHAT?!" "shush, people are trying to sleep," claude tutted, shaking his head disapprovingly.

── 𝐃𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐘𝐃.

he's not slick, he's too awkward that dedue figured it out ages ago but decided not to say anything

he got asked about it while weeding the lawns and turned bright red the whole time

dedue really didn't care, he just wanted to know if there was a second person he needed to look out for

on behalf of his king, he might have to protect you as well

dimitri would appreciate it but he likes being your saviour :))

"you're dating [name], right?" dedue asked monotonously as he carded through the grass looking for weeds. "what? no... we're not together- not that i would hate it, but-" "i saw you both last night," he interrupted. "under the stars." dimitri's face burned at the notion of getting caught with his partner on a date, but he continued to work on his weeding. "don't tell anyone, please..." dedue smirked at dimitri's embarrassment and nodded. "looks like i'll be needing to protect someone else as well." "that'd be appreciated, but i'd like it if they didn't need such protection if i'm around," dimitri admitted, covering his face with his hand.

── 𝐃𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐎.

it was ashe who caught him actually

dedue was cooking something for you that night cause you pestered him to stay the night

ashe came in for a late night snack and saw dedue cooking and was confused because dedue doesn't like the thing he's making

turns out he's making it for youuu

ashe doesn't get it entirely but honestly doesn't want to know do he gets his snack, says goodnight and goes to bed

"dedue?" ashe called softly, holding a candlelit lamp in his hand. dedue turned from his work to look at the smaller boy with a gentle smile. "ah, what are you doing this late?" ashe laughed awkwardly as he made his way to the cabinets. "i could ask you the same thing," he responded. "i just wanted a midnight snack." dedue hummed at ashe's answer as he dished your food into a bowl and moved to quickly wash the pans. "isn't that [name]'s favourite?" ashe wondered, staring at the bowl. "indeed. they wanted something to eat, so i took it upon myself to get them their favourite," dedue explained. ashe nodded slowly as he processed the information. "so... are you guys dating?" he wondered. the silver-haired man simply smiled in response.

── 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒.

he will skin sylvain alive if he ever blabs to anyone about your relationship

he can't be caught being soft, even just a little bit-

y'all are hanging in the markets n he saw you looking at a necklace one of the merchants was selling

he went back to buy it for you, but not without sylvain coming along and ruining it

mans isn't happy about being discovered

"hey man, didn't you already come to the markets earlier today with [name]?" sylvain asked, following behind felix as they mulled about the stalls. "does it matter?" felix bit back, shoving the red-head by the shoulder. he stopped in front of the stall you'd found the necklace at and forced himself to suppress a relieved sigh. "oh, that's the necklace they were telling me about at lunch today," sylvain commented. his jaw dropped as felix picked it up and handed the money to the merchant. "wait, are you guys a thing? is that why you've been staying out late?" "shut up." "dang," sylvain ran a hand through his hair with disappointment. "i was gonna ask them to dance with me at the ball, too- OW!" the man doesn't think his arm will ever feel the same way again.

── 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓.

he's so in love with you, you're obligated to marry this man because i said so

he's meeting up with you to have night time picnics, but oops-

ignatz is there painting the scenery, but IT'S OK

you'll get a cool cute painting of yourselves made by ignatz himself by the end of the night

he won't ever tell on you guys though, so your secret is safe and you get free art

"hello darling," ashe greeted, pulling you in for a hug after he set the picnic basket down. "are you ok?" you nodded and leaned in to give him a chaste kiss. "mhmm. did you make dinner tonight? it smells nice." he smiled at your compliment and laid the picnic blanket down for you to sit. "i did, i tried to get here as fast as possible so it'd still be warm enough," he said, settling in beside you. as the night passed and you began finishing your date, you both froze at the sound of footsteps. looking to the source, you awkwardly smiled as ignatz emerged from the trees. "i'm so sorry for not announcing myself, but i came out here to paint and ended up with this..." ignatz shyly handed you his fresh painting, warning you about the wet paint. you and ashe smiled softly at the image and thanked him for the painting. "i won't tell anyone, i promise!"

[halcyon-writings]

Can you please do Dedue from FE 3 Houses x reader where he and the reader have a newborn and the birth of the child was particularly hard on the reader and Dedue is trying his best to adjust to being a new dad and caring for his love as she recovers.

Yes absolutely I can. Disregard how late I am in answering this request my writing worms only just came back

— allusions to pregnancy/childbirth and all that relate to it

nav.

The bed dips, the shift in weight makes you open one eye as you stifle a yawn.

Then you hear it. The muffled cries of a baby in the nursery. As you go to stand, a calloused hand is placed on your shoulders. With his white hair that is quickly tied back, Dedue gestures for you to lie back down.

“But the baby…”

“Will be fine,” He says, already tucking the thick blankets around your body, with sleep addling your mind, it’s not difficult to get you to lie down again.

With soft steps and long strides, you watch as Dedue exits the bedroom, his voice still is a quiet murmur. And if you truly focused, you could hear the beginnings of a distant lullaby. In a language you can recognize as Duscur’s, you smile softly.

Your lashes flutter against the pillow.

The sun rises eventually.

With his help, you’re brought to the sitting room, the cushions and pillows are soothing to sink into. And you hum softly as the hot bowl of broth is brought to your lips.

“An old remedy,” He had explained, after you sip the broth and he readily takes the bowl, before bringing another tray this time of buttered bread and fruit. They were simple things to nibble on, as your appetite still wasn’t what it was since the baby had been born.

His mother had been the occasional midwife, and so he had often accompanied her for the more heavy lifting such as gathering firewood or moving furniture around if necessary. It was how he picked up a few things.

The recipe was one that he had learned from her, he could recall the spices she used, the careful eye on the pot as it simmered. Her voice careful in a whisper as to not disturb the resting new mother and child. Her hands were warm. It was different now, now that he was a man grown and making it to the best of his memory.

“Rest,” He instructs, his tone gentle yet leaving no room for argument as he carefully wraps the baby to his chest, still using his hand to support their tiny body.

You raise a brow, a slight wariness to your eyes as you look at him. For the past week Dedue had all but been caring for you, the baby, and the house you both called home.

“Are you certain I can’t help you somehow? I hate to just laze around while you’re doing everything,” You protest. Despite yourself, you find a chill running down your spine as you try to at least keep the blankets over your legs, resisting the urge to sink further into them.

“You are not lazing around,” Dedue corrects, "You had a child and now you're recovering."

He had a point, but it didn't mean you had to like it...

It was a strained event, so then again, you knew that overall, Dedue was more concerned with your health. You had been so weak, from blood loss and the strain. No one said it out loud, but there was a lingering fear that what if your conditioned worsened... if you had-

No, now was not the time to think of such things. A baby's coo brings him back to the present. His eyes trail on soft cheeks, a tiny nose, even eyes that peer back at him in wonder at the new things experienced by this tiny being.

Dedue smiles. All is well.

[frickingnerd]

let the people talk

pairing: dedue molinaro x gn!reader

summary: despite what people think of dedue, you still seek out his company and he can't understand why...

“you really should keep your distance from me.” dedue warned you, as you followed the duscur man with a carefree smile on your lips. “people are going to think we are a couple if you don't stop following me around.”

a little giggle escaped your lips and to dedue's surprise, you grabbed his arm, as you continued to walk beside him.

“i don't mind people believing that.” you hummed playfully, as you looked up at dedue. “i'd be more than happy to have a handsome boyfriend like you!”

[originalfireemblemscenarios]

Hello I would like to ask could you do a scenario on how Raphael, dedue, and balthus would reassure a insecure s/o .

You didn't specify the insecurity so I kept it as general as I could!

Raphael, Dedue and Balthus reassuring their insecure S/O

Reader here is gender neutral

Raphael

At first he didn't know why you were upset, so he decided to cheer you up in his usual ways.

He was so sweet and caring, like always it made you feel like you didn't deserve it. And seeing your mood getting worse as he tried to help... It was hard to describe how it made him feel.

So he was determined to find a reason why you're recently acting the way you do. And if you're not going to tell him, then he'll ask your friends and if that doesn't work he'd just try to guess it.

The last thing he'd expect was you feeling insecure so his guesses were all far from the truth. So he was incredibly stunned by it.

He couldn't believe that there could be anything about you to dislike. But since you clearly weren't on the same page, he tried to understand why you'd feel that way and of course describe his point of you.

You'd take small steps, but he'd be very stubborn about it. He can't allow for you to feel like you don't deserve the best!

Dedue

He was very observant. So even if you'd try to hide your insecurities he'd just know. Although he would be a little troubled... Since he wouldn't know what to do about it at first.

So he figured the best he could do, is to be blunt. Talking about this kind of an issue is really important, and he'd hate it if he dismissed something like that.

The next opportunity he had he just asked you how did you feel about yourself. His tone was filled with concern and it'd make you feel guilty to lie.

He knows it's not in his power to tell you how to feel, so he just wanted to know how to make it better. He'd do honestly anything to boost your confidence.

He believes in you, but he will let you take your time. He wouldn't shower you with too much compliments to not overwhelm you but he isn't shy to praise you when you achieve something great. That way you can't really say that it was undeserved.

Balthus

Okay, no. He's not letting you say what you want to say to the end note. It's not about not wanting to listen to you but just the first sentence of you thinking you're not good enough was enough for him to listen to.

After all he's not going to let anyone insult his partner, especially if it's you saying all that stuff.

Main difference is that he doesn't knock that out of your head literally. He just makes extra sure to give you all the right attention.

Words of affirmation just won't stop. Whatever you say will be corrected because for someone so smart you have a habit of saying some really dumb things about yourself.

But hey, happens to the best and he's having fun correcting you when it comes to an issue like this. I mean, he's always loud about his feelings for you so having one more excuse to do just that is great actually.

You know that Balthus doesn't set for anything but the best, so why would you question his judgement on you being the top tier catch?

~Mod Bernadetta

[mindyco]

Dedue x gn!Reader 🩷 (Field of Flowers)

Warnings: none

Artwork credit: @darlsdraws (Twitter)

Dear Dedue, Sir, please. Just have some tea with me for 2.5 seconds, I swear I'll feed you all the ginger tea in the world. I'll even traverse to fucking Antarctica to find you, so just send me your Google Maps location. Please and thank you. ~ Sincerely, your hottest lover, Seril

In the realm of the ever so powerful and vigilant retainer—a loyal vassal to the valiant Dimitri—the life of Dedue was fraught with difficulty. His eyes had witnessed countless shifts in darkness, his hands had cupped the face of horror in the aftermath of battle, and he had been trained to both witness and inflict unimaginable slaughter. A being who had subconsciously closed himself off from those around him, he sought to shield the ones he held dear from the ashes of despair.

Dedue, bearer of many names—some cruel, some rewarding—shouldered titles he had never asked for. He stood now amidst the aftermath of a war-torn world, his hand resting firmly on an axe that was far too heavy and colossal for a mere mortal to wield. His gaze was fixed forward, sharp and menacing, for the one who stood just behind him was worth every ounce of suffering. As long as you stood beside him on this earthly plane, he knew there would always be beauty—a beauty that surpassed even the splendor of the flowers and plants he so diligently nurtured. Your eyes radiated with an ethereal brilliance when they met his, your smile as you welcomed him back from arduous journeys with the other soldiers filled his weary heart with joy. And your voice, a soothing balm, reached deep into his soul, promising solace and tranquility. As long as you were by his side, he would fight with unwavering determination.

His weary spirit had once expected a future filled with monotony and solitude. But fate had other plans. In your presence, he experienced strange and unnerving moments that he embraced, traversing each step of his life with childlike wonder and awe.

"Dedue," you called out, your voice a soft melody that stirred him from the depths of his thoughts. It was rare for him to be so deeply immersed in introspection, as he often remained vigilant, ever watchful. But with you, he found solace and security—a sanctuary from the burdens he carried.

"Mm?" he replied, his voice deep and resonant. He didn't wish to reveal his exhaustion to you, silently thanking the gods for making his short and blunt responses the defining characteristic most people noticed about him. Dedue secretly hoped you wouldn't perceive his weariness. The past weeks had been consumed by the relentless training of soldiers in the barracks, with Dedue assuming the role of their leader. Ever since Dimitri had entrusted him with the responsibility of guiding a group of raw recruits, Dedue had embraced his role with unwavering dedication. The young faces, eager and determined to fight for their country, kept him awake at night, his mind plagued by the knowledge that not all of them would survive. The horrors of war were a heavy burden for any soul to bear, and the thought of a single misstep on his part, a neglected lesson or a forgotten defense tactic, haunting him with the fear that it could lead to their downfall. And he would bear the weight of that responsibility.

It was an ugly truth—a truth he wished to shield you from at all costs.

"Are we almost there yet?" you asked, a small smile gracing your face as you observed him nimbly leap down from a sizable rock on the hill you were traversing. He landed with a soft grunt, seemingly unscathed.

The terrain was rugged and treacherous, hardly conducive to an effortless journey for someone of your stature. Despite your best efforts, navigating through nature's obstacles proved challenging. However, Dedue was adamant about showing you something special, even if it meant enduring a long and arduous trek. But you harbored no concerns. As long as he was with you, even encountering a pack of wolves wouldn't dampen your spirit. He was your shield, your protector, and you knew that no harm would befall you as long as he was there to ward off any dangers.

Dedue turned to face you, his gaze softening as he took in your radiant presence. Your eyes were fixed upon him, filled with admiration and trust—a reflection of the love and adoration he harbored for you deep within his heart. He approached you with a deliberate step, his large hand extending towards you, as if beckoning you to take hold of his steady warmth.

"We're almost there," Dedue replied, his voice a deep timbre that resonated with strength and reassurance. "Just a little further, my love."

The words left his lips with a tenderness that surprised even him. Dedue had never considered himself a master of words or gestures of affection. But with you, he found himself yearning to express his devotion in every way possible. Every word he spoke was measured, every action calculated, for he wished to convey the depths of his affection without overwhelming you.

You smiled, a soft giggle escaping your lips as you placed your delicate hand in his, your fingers intertwining with his much larger ones. The contrast between your hands was stark, a contrast of strength and vulnerability, yet they fit together with an innate harmony that spoke volumes of the unbreakable bond you shared.

As you continued your ascent, Dedue ensured each step was secure, his watchful eyes surveying the path ahead. Occasionally, he would pause, allowing you a moment of respite, his broad frame serving as a sturdy pillar against which you could lean. The warmth emanating from his body enveloped you, shielding you from the cool gusts of wind that whispered through the trees.

In this moment, Dedue felt an overwhelming sense of peace. The cacophony of war and the weight of his responsibilities were momentarily silenced. It was just the two of you, a haven amidst chaos, where love flourished like wildflowers in an untouched meadow. Dedue's heart swelled with pride as he looked upon you, his eyes tracing the contours of your face, committing each delicate feature to memory. Your presence brought light to his world, illuminating the darkest corners of his soul with an unparalleled radiance.

With every step you took together, Dedue's protective instincts surged, his unwavering dedication and commitment to your safety etched into every fiber of his being. His love for you was a roaring fire, steadfast and unyielding, its warmth and intensity reaching the very depths of your heart.

As you reached the summit of the hill, a breathtaking panorama unfolded before your eyes. A field so magnificent, it seemed like a dream. It stretched out before you, an expanse of colorful petals carpeting the ground, as far as the eye could see. It was a breathtaking sight, a testament to the beauty that flourished when nature and love intertwined.

The sun bathed the landscape in a warm golden glow, casting a vibrant tapestry of colors across the horizon. Dedue took your hand in his, his touch both firm and gentle, as you walked together through a field of blooming flowers. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of nature's blossoms, a symphony of scents that danced on the breeze.

You twirled among the flowers, your laughter filled the air, a melody that resonated deep within Dedue's heart. He watched in awe as you moved gracefully, your figure weaving through the vibrant blooms like a dancer in a reverie. Your flowing dress mirrored your graceful movements. It billowed and swirled around you, like a cascade of silk and satin caught in a gentle breeze. The fabric, a soft pastel hue, perfectly complemented the vibrant colors of the blooming flowers that surrounded you. With every step, his love for you grew stronger, his admiration for your spirit and joyous nature deepening with each passing moment.

As if choreographed by the invisible hand of fate, you both found yourselves kneeling amidst the colorful array, your fingers reaching out to pluck the most captivating blossoms. Each flower seemed to hold a piece of your connection, as if nature itself conspired to celebrate your love. The delicate petals caressed your skin as you collected an assortment of flowers, each one a testament to the beauty that surrounded you.

While sitting side by side, you and Dedue began arranging the flowers into intricate patterns, your fingers dancing with care and tenderness. Dedue's touch, though strong, became gentle as he delicately held each fragile stem. However, despite his best efforts, the flowers seemed to protest, snapping off under his large, calloused hands.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you watched Dedue's earnest attempts. You couldn't help but find his struggle endearing, his determination to create something beautiful for you shining through. With a gentle pat on his head, you leaned closer to him, offering both comfort and encouragement.

"Don't worry, Dedue," you whispered, your voice a soothing melody amidst the blooming symphony around you. "We can do this together."

With renewed determination, Dedue's eyes met yours, gratitude and affection evident in his gaze. Hand in hand, you resumed your task, your fingers entwining with his as you guided him through the delicate process. The flowers responded to your touch, seemingly enchanted by the love that intertwined with each delicate petal.

Time seemed to stand still as you wove together a crown of blossoms, your laughter mingling with the soft rustle of petals. Dedue's touch grew more gentle and precise, his hands mirroring the delicate nature of the flowers themselves. The once stubborn stems yielded to his touch, surrendering to the whims of his love and devotion.

Finally, as the flower crown took shape, you marveled at its beauty. It was a testament to your shared efforts, a tangible representation of the love that bloomed between you. With a smile as radiant as the sun, you placed the crown atop Dedue's head, the vibrant blooms contrasting against his dark hair, a crown befitting the king of your heart.

But as the crown found its place, a mischievous spark danced in your eyes. Leaning in, your lips brushed against his, a tender and sweet kiss that conveyed gratitude and affection. It was a silent acknowledgement of the happiness he had brought into your life and a testament to the love that blossomed between you.

Dedue's surprise lingered in the air for a moment, his eyes wide with awe, before a soft smile spread across his face. In that instant, the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the vibrant field of flowers and the gentle touch of your love. His arms enveloped you with a tender strength, pulling you closer to him, as if he couldn't bear to be without your presence.

With a playfulness in his gaze, Dedue's lips curved into a smile. He shifted his weight, his body gracefully falling backward onto the soft grass. You were caught off guard, but laughter bubbled from your lips as you landed on top of him, your bodies cushioned by the embrace of nature's carpet.

The sweet scent of blooming flowers enveloped you as you found yourselves lying amidst the vibrant colors and soft grass. Dedue's deep laughter filled the air, a joyful sound that mirrored the beating of your own heart. It was a moment of pure bliss, a shared intimacy that spoke volumes without the need for words.

In that tranquil haven, surrounded by the delicate blooms and the warmth of Dedue's love, you felt a profound sense of gratitude. Gratitude for the beauty of the world around you, for the bond you shared, and for the love that had brought you to this magical place.

～𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

[trytoimaginefireemblem]

Headcanon: Giving Dedue Flowers Would Be Like...

Request: None

Word Count: 370

Dedue really enjoys gardening and taking care of the flowers in the greenhouse. He loves learning about different types of plants. He often finds himself in the library, looking into plants he had never heard of.

Being from Duscur and spending almost all of his time in Faerghus, Dedue was unfamiliar with all the different plants that could be found in other parts of Fodlan.

Dedue would never expect anyone to give him a gift, and he would never expect anyone to give him flowers.

If you ever decided to gift Dedue with flowers or a plant, he would be surprised and slightly embarrassed. He would love the gesture, but he is not used to receiving gifts, especially not something related to one of his hobbies.

Dedue would graciously accept your gift. He would thank you multiple times. He would promise to take good care of the plant and keep you updated on how the plant is doing.

If you gave Dedue flowers, he would cherish them even after they wither and dry up. He would hesitate to throw them out even when all the petals had fallen off and made a mess in his room.

Dedue would also ask if you have any interest in plants. If you do, he would want to talk to you about different plants. He would want to exchange information on different types of plants and expand his knowledge. If you aren't interested in plants, Dedue would understand. It would make him feel even more special because you went out of your way to get him something he is interested in even though it isn't interesting to you.

The next time Dedue had to go to the market, he would try to find you a gift that you would enjoy. He would want to make sure that his gift for you is as thoughtful as your gift to him.

Overall, Dedue would absolutely love it if you gave him flowers or plants. It would make him feel special and happy that you took the time to find out what he likes. Dedue would want you to feel as special as you made him feel, whether it be through gifts or just spending time together.

[certified-boyliker]

How Cuddly They Are on a Scale of 1-10 (Blue Lions)

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Dimitri is... a 4!

He likes cuddling with you, don't get me wrong. However, he doesn't like admitting it, and he gets very stuttery and awkward when he cuddles with you. It's kinda cute, when his face goes red and he starts stuttering.

Dedue is... a 3

He also likes cuddling with you, but this is a man who seems like he hates himself. Thinking that he isn't worthy to cuddle with you and have you hugging him. Not as blushy or stuttery as Dimitri, but he is taken off guard and he gives you a small smile afterwards

Felix is... a 1

He is not cuddly at all. He's not really a touchy person. The most he'll do is wrap his arms around you possesively. He doesn't like PDA and prefers to show his affection through words and just being in your presence

Sylvain is... a 9

Are we surprised? Sylvain likes holding you so much. Any chance he gets, he's touching you. Holding your hand, hugging you, cuddling you, you get it. It's partially because he likes contact, but also because he trusts you. He knows you don't like him for his crest, but him. And that makes him want to hug you so much

Mercedes is... a 7

She really does enjoy cuddling with you! She likes setting you in her lap, resting your head against his chest, as she plays with your hair. She likes kissing you and hugging you.

[manga-gamer]

Pet Names (Blue Lions Boys)

Note: I'm playing the game. I am certified boyliker. I am going to major in boy. Sue me.

Characters: Dimitri, Dedue, Sylvain, Felix, Ashe

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Dimitri:

Bless this boy

So flustered when you call him pet names, so he came up with his own

My Love, Sweetheart, Darling

Very traditional pet names

Doesn't stray much from that

Dedue

My love <3

He was hesitant for obvious reasons, but he got comfortable and came up with them

Love, Mine, My sweet

So adorable

So flustered when he says them too

Sylvain

Dear Goddess.

Him. He comes up with. Names.

Sweetcheeks, cutie, babe, lil cutie

No matter if you're taller than him or not, older than him or not, he'll call you lil cutie

A tad annoying, but he's a little charming.

Felix

Um. Him as well

He's not the sweet or sentimental type, so chances are he wouldn't have any pet names

Most he'll do is not call you "You" when he's trying to address you

That's it.

Maybe "mine" if he's possessive and Sylvain was flirting with you (and didn't know you were with Felix), but that's the most you'll get

Ashe

Absolute opposite of Felix

He's very sweet and sentimental

Baby, sweetheart, love

Also traditional

Such a sweetheart and such an adorable cutie

[mortyvongola2-0]

hi could I request some first time with dedue headcanons? maybe touching on any kinks of his as well? this man needs more love </3

I agree, he does need more love! He's such a sweet man, he deserves the world.

Thank you for asking, I hope its not too short for you.

Dedue is a very patient man. He's steadfast and kind, as long as it doesn't go against his position as His Highnesses vassal, he'd be willing to do whatever it takes. He is an excellent man to be with for someone's first time.

He'd prefer to be told beforehand about whether or not it is his partner's first time. It would help him understand exactly what needed to be done so that he and his lover could both have the most enjoyable experience possible.

He's not a super kinky man, but he does have a few things that he really enjoys.

He's definitely the type to enjoy taking his time, to go slowly, whether its the first time or not. He likes the buildup, the subtle sounds. He likes to know that his partner is getting the most out of the experience as well. His patience and want to pleasure leads a lot into overstimulation.

He'd rather over perform than underperform.

Dedue also enjoys oral sex, he prefers to be on the receiving end. It makes him feel accepted and so attractive. He doesn't like to finish in his partners mouth though, he'd prefer to see it somewhere else. Like on his lover's chest of thighs. He's not totally into marking but he enjoys the view every once in awhile.

He likes to hear the sounds of his partners. A lot. He may not make much noise but he loves to hear them make it. Especially during a first encounter, it tells him that he's doing a good job and depending on the sound it can also let him know if they're in any pain or not.

He's a sweetheart so there's a lot of kissing involved. Soft kisses, pecks of reassurance and a mumble of "you're doing so well," every so often. Dedue is large, and he knows he's large, so he feels the need to give as much reassurance and reciprocation as he possibly can.

He'd distract from pain with those loving kisses, with tender touches along the sides and waists of his partner, and pay special attention to where he knew they loved to be touched after his entry.

First times with Dedue are slow, tender, and loving. He makes sure to be as delicate as he would be with the many flowers he loves to care for. Its a wonderful time.

tagged list: @therantingfangirl @skydaddy01

[misselko]

It's my biggest dream to have a big brother but... oh well. I never had any in my whole life! That's why I decided to try to write this platonic headcannons for my own self-indulgence.

How would the Blue Lions treat their younger sibling that also goes to the Officers Academy?

BIG BROTHERS (BLUE LIONS)

Dimitri

He always loves his little sibling wholeheartedly! Always there whenever you need his help with anything. Lessons, training, homework, horseback riding, or life advice. Big brother Dimitri always gives the best piggy back rides!

Protective towards his younger sibling because you were the only family that he had left after the Tragedy of Duscur. With his life as cold as it is, he doesn’t want to lose other close ones.

Whenever you have nightmares, he will welcome you with open arms to sleep together in his quarters, trying his best to comfort you. He did the same thing as well. When the nightmares and voices become too strong, he always seeks you out for comfort because you can understand him, understand the way he feels and act the way he does since both of you have suffered from the loss of your family’s death. 

Even when he was being distant, he only scowled and snarled, but rarely pushed you away when you approached him and insisted on taking care of him in the cathedral. Healing his wounds or bringing food and drinks from the Dining Hall. Dimitri will only look at you silently, accepting your kindness.

Never let you participate in battles because he didn’t want to expose you to danger. But when you really have to, he will always stay close to you. Even when he went feral like a beast, your safety was his utmost concern, especially on the battlefield. Goddess please have mercy on enemies that trying to strike you. He will attack them mercilessly.

 

Sylvain

He used to protect you from Miklan abusive behaviour when you were kids, taking the brunt of his aggression so you’d be safe. Sylvain is even willing to do his best to defend you from Margrave Gautier’s mean ways to prove your worth (solely based on Crests). And he will do it again in a heartbeat for you, both in your Academy days or battlefield.

Something’s bothering you? Big brother Sylvain’s on it! He will take his time to talk and try to make you feel better. He might not look like one, but actually he is good with keeping secrets safe! Sylvain values communication and affirmation because he’s seen what negligence can do to someone.

Sylvain will always take care of you before himself and he doesn’t hide that fact. For as goofy as he is, Sylvain is a smart and quick witted. He will offer his help whenever he sense your distress, taking his time to help you with studying, training, or anything that you need help with. 

He never said it but he really loves his little sibling with all of his heart. It’s amusing to see that the famous philanderer always keeps tabs on you like an overprotective big brother whenever you go with your special someone. The redhead doesn’t want his little sibling to have a partner that’s overly flirtatious or mistreats you because he knows that’ll break your heart. He just wanted the best for his little sibling!

You know that he always tried his best to look tough and cool in front of you, but his wounds from jumping in to protect you against enemy attacks sure hurt a lot. Both of you knew that he would lay down his life for you in a heartbeat but... just like him, you wanted things to be as comfortable and safe as possible for him as well. He really should cherish his life more. He’d be panicked if you cried over him about it.

Felix

Felix will never turn down a request from his little sibling despite his endless complaints and annoyed sighs. He may make a stink over how it’s a ‘pain,’ but he won’t say no. 

He may not be the nicest, not emotionally expressive (aside from anger, determination, and rude words), and sometimes he’s downright just an ass. Both of you often ended up in arguments but he was always taking care of you secretly.

Expect your favourite cakes or small trinkets on your desk whenever he went to the town with Sylvain. But never try to ask him about it, he will get upset and might snap at you!!

Loyalty, honesty, and dependability are what he used to show he cares. On the outside it might appear to onlookers that he hates everyone and everything, but when things get tough he’s the first one you can call.

Anytime there is a battle Felix will get annoyed if you try to go on which would end up annoying you because you aren’t fragile, and might end up having an argument. But if you do end up going on the battlefield, both of you know that you can handle yourself. He always gets beyond anxious that something bad might happen to you that he almost shakes. Ironically though Felix might end up running straight to the enemies where you’ll have to follow behind him to make sure he didn’t do anything reckless.

 

Dedue

Words are rarely changed between Dedue and his little siblings. He may not be verbal with you, but his sentiment shows through his actions. When you were busy with upcoming exams, he often brought your favourite snacks or foods that he made by himself.

There’s no talking, and he just sits there beside you in silence. Drawing comfort from your reliable big brother really helps with your studying or relaxing time. Sometimes he will gave you some advices on learning on errands or tasks patiently

You often helped him to take care of flowers in the greenhouse. Roses, daffodils, lavender, carnations, anemones, forget-me-nots... Gentle Dedue taught you a lot about flowers and gardening. He almost choked in happy tears when you gave him a watering can and a flower wreath for his birthday. Hugging you and smiling warmly.

Sometimes a heavy pang of sadness gnaws at your heart whenever mean people bully both of you because of the Tragedy of Duscur. Big brother Dedue always tried his best to protect you from that kind of insult with a stoic face. It was very nice of Dimitri to defend both of you from that slander.

Dedue will get ferocious if someone dares to lay their hands on his little sibling on the battlefield. He will ask you to go to a safer place or stay behind him. It’s a known fact that being a retainer to the future king does not leave him much free time. But he always check on your well being after to battle ended before tending his wounds.

Ashe

Ashe always works hard to provide for his little siblings to prove that the world is still worth living in. He loves to see you happy and to hear your laughter.

He’s as open as his books even though his communication skills sometimes flop on him. Since your parents and Lord Lonato’s death, he acted like a parent figure for you. Offering moral support and genuine care for your well being. He can be such a worrywart sometimes but please don’t tell him so, he will be very sad if you told him that.

Weekends are very enjoyable with Big Brother Ashe! Cooking together with him and the Professor always brings so much joy. Bonus point if Dedue helped as well! It will be a delightful feast for Blue Lions!!

As much as he loves his little sibling, Ashe wanted you to be more independent. He will teach you life skills such as haggling, saving, and cooking. Dimitri often gave him some delightful sugar candies from the town that he shared with you when you had to stay up late for the upcoming exam. Hopefully that’ll help to keep you motivated!

The hurt of people he cares for is his own. It always pained Ashe to kill someone but he has to do it to protect you from the enemies. When Ashe loves he does so with his whole heart and won’t hesitate to show it. Their wounds sting him just as much, especially when his sibling was hurt on the battlefield. Expect lots of his handmade cooking and gentle care for your quick recovery!

[thatanimewriter]

i can see you've almost hit the 20 request limit, so i hope this one still gets in in time 👀

can i request claude von riegan, dimitri alexandre blaiddyd, dedue molinaro, felix fraldarius and ashe ubert (seperately) sneaking out at night to meet up with the reader (preferably genderneutral), who they are secretly dating and getting caught by their friends/a friend?

hope you have a lovely day and take care! <3

you did make it in time! i just take forever to get around to requests when uni be happening ;v;

thanks for the fe3h requestt, here you go!

[glowingbadger]

May I request M, X, and W for the oh so loyal Dedue? I feel like he's interpreted as one dimensional sometimes and I just *know* there is so much more to him. Also he was my first ending when I played FE3H so I know I'm biased lol

Dedue deserves so much love!!

Alphabet prompts - Dedue (FE3H)

M (motivation), W (wild card), X (x-ray)

NSFW 18+

Motivation: Dedue actually does have something of a romantic sense, and can definitely tune into when you're in the mood, and can even effortlessly set the scene with a night of cooking a cozy dinner together and cuddling until he feels your kisses become deeper and more longing. That said, he also has a fairly consistent habit of wanting you right before and right after a battle. He's lost so much and so many dear to his heart, so he could never take his time with you for granted, which is why he never wants to go into danger without the memory of holding you close and hearing your sweet cries of pleasure in his ear fresh in mind. In the same way, once he knows you're both safe after the dust has settled, he wants to feel connected with you, body and soul.

Wild card: Dedue's overall love-making style is very much of the "gentle giant" variety. While he's very attentive, ready and eager to hear and fulfill your every wish, he won't verbalize much and more expresses his affection and pleasure in the way he handles you. He's fully capable of lifting, turning or holding you in any position, but he'll do so with incredible tenderness and care- unless you convince him that you'll be okay if he's rougher. In a way, it can be a unique thrill to know that he can manage just about any position with you- lifting your leg over his shoulder to fuck you from the side, holding you up against the wall so he can pound up into you, or effortlessly holding you in place bent over the furniture, even after your own legs start to give out.

X-ray: the broad strokes of Dedue's incredibly impressive form aren't difficult to imagine- carved muscle laced with scars and strong, handsomely veined arms- everything one might fantasize about when faced with such a specimen of a man. He's got a charming dusting of hair across the center of his chest which only emphasizes those incredible pectorals, plus a short trail to a consistent but clean patch around his cock. Speaking of, his cock is thick. Like, "stretch you so good that you forget any other you've ever had" thick. When fully hard it's fairly straight, with a nice prominent vein or two along the shaft.

[fe-semi-decent-scenarios]

BL: S/O is Insecure

{ Prompt: How does the blue lion house react to a s/o who is anxious about their position? Ex: maybe they are of lesser birth and are anxious about disapproval or disappointment?

Submitted by: @angel6776 } 

Note: Annette’s made me cry a little bit. 

Dimitri: 

There’s an attempt in understanding. I repeat: an attempt. 

Dimitri has been a noble since birth. He’s the prince and so he hasn’t personally seen what it’s like to be a commoner. However, he does know what it’s like to be a subject to scrutiny. 

The voices  His remaining family and counsel are currently in charge of running Fargeus in his stead, yet he is not unaware of the worry amongst the population for when his time to rule comes 

He has to live up to his father’s legacy, the people’s expectations...other things he would never voice. It’s a heavy burden, so he is sympathetic to your feelings. 

He’s also not good with words, or handling negative emotions in general. I genuinely think his reaction is largely dictated by how open you are about the situation. 

On one hand, if it’s brought up in everyday conversation then he would likely offer a few words of advice to boost your moral 

However, if it was deep. If you shed tears or laid your feelings bare then he wouldn’t know what to say on the spot.

So he’d say the one thing he wish he could say about himself, but truly felt for you.

“I believe in you”   

Dedue: 

He cannot understand why you feel anxious

You are of common birth? So are others and yet they are better at their jobs than many of the nobles. 

Being Dimitri’s right-hand has let him see first hand what the nobility is capable of. It is not a desirable crowd in the slightest 

“You do not belong there” He would state as a compliment, perplexed that you want to fit in with such a group 

If you know him well enough to understand the underlying meaning to that, then great. His job is done and he hopes you’ll never be anxious about something like that again 

If not, then perhaps he is not the best to seek comfort from. He’d likely go to someone trusted for advice (Likely Ashe or Dimitri) and they would have to explain. He’d then apologize 

“I...am sorry. I was insensitive to your feelings and did not intend to hurt you. I simply could not understand why you disliked being different, when that is what makes me attracted to you” 

Felix: 

and other people’s opinions are important because???

No offense, but you earned your spot fair and square. What’s the opinion of a couple of snot-nosed nobles have to do with it?

Do you have any idea how many times someone has “mistaken,” him for Glenn just to try and compare the two? 

He is the king of disappointment and disapproval. His father made it very clear...okay, this isn’t about him.

Anyways

Pardon his language, but Felix couldn’t give a shit what anyone else has to say and neither should you. Do your job, live your life, and stop worrying about superficial things 

and if it’s him you’re worried about? Don’t. He’ll take personal offense that you would ever think he’d be disappointed or ashamed to be with you. 

“If I didn’t want to be here then I wouldn't be. Start looking at how you got here instead of what other people have to say about it...dummy”

Sylvain: 

Well this is unexpected. You’re the last person he would expect to be hearing this from 

I mean, have you seen the people surrounding you? They all pale in comparison to your accomplishments. Not everyone can say they made it into Gareg Mache on their own. People like yourself, Annette, Ignatz, etc. should be flaunting that you are commoners in his opinion 

Alas, he knows all to well how judgmental the world is. If you stand out or don’t fit in then natural selection takes over. 

He just never thought you let it take hold. It takes a strong will to climb up the latter and he was a fool to think your emotions were left undamaged. 

Yet what could he offer you? He’s not necessarily the family favorite and hasn’t figured out a way to deal with his own anxiety 

Let alone another person’s 

He’d likely just wrap an arm around his s/o’s shoulder, and lay things out as he sees them 

“This world takes anything it finds unique, and crushes it. I won’t let that happen to you, because I need you as you are more than the world needs you under it’s boot. Alright?” 

Ashe: 

You are wonderful. Ashe has never thought otherwise. Ever.

He’s on a similar path to yours. He went from being a baker’s son, to a thief, and then to the adopted son of a noble. He’s seen lows that he would wish on no other and is aware of the bad reputation that lingers from it 

You are ashamed of being a commoner? You are scared to disappoint everyone? You are afraid of the disapproval from others of your status? He’s felt it all before, and forced those negative thoughts down because if he wasn’t strong then there would be no foothold for his siblings to have a good future 

He understands more than anyone else, which is why he notices before you have a chance to bring it up or let it slip. He sees your creased brows when people murmur nearby, your lips shake when speaking, your gaze find the floor when people stare too long...

He watches as the candle in your window burns late into the night, as you force yourself to work beyond what the body can take. All in a desperate attempt to prove your worth

He watches until he can’t anymore, because the pain he feels witnessing it is likely no where near how you feel. The thought breaks him. 

“(Y/N), do you think that I drag our house down? Because....well, because I am a commoner?....No? Then why are you killing yourself for the same reason?” 

Mercedes: 

She is another who is not unfamiliar with disappointment. She lives every day hoping to live up to the expectations of her lost sibling...the one who gave himself for her and her mother’s freedom 

If there is anyone blind to status, it is Mercedes. She will love you no matter your background so long as your heart is in the right place 

Even then, she has hope for people to turn over a new leaf

Do not say that you are unworthy unless you are prepared for a scolding. 

Yet another person who uses tough love. She insists that you look around and see what you have instead of wondering if you deserve it 

If you wish to weep or talk things out then she will offer her comfort. This is a personal battle and a pain she cannot heal with magic, but if her presence helps then it is yours 

All she can do is remind you of who else is near, and that your presence is just as important as anyone else's

“Your birth does not determine your worth. It is how you use the time given, and how you treat the world around you. I hope that one day you will come to understand this”  

Annette: 

“Being a commoner isn’t that bad, right? We’re both doing just fine!”

You want to talk moral? Annette is the perfect person 

She...has a lot of her own baggage. Deep down she wonders if the reason her father left was because she wasn’t good enough. It may be naïve, but maybe if she works hard enough then he’ll come back? He’ll come back and she’ll be someone he can be proud of. 

“You just need a goal! Something to distract you from the meanies tearing you down!” -Is her first suggestion 

Yet, it doesn’t go as planned. At some point she begins to tell you about her childhood and why she’s worked so hard to be where she is 

and now she’s crying, wiping her tears because this was supposed to be about you not her. 

Then she’s hugging you, tightly,  and whether you’re crying with her is irrelevant because the mutual understanding of not feeling like your enough is bleeding into the air 

“I know I won’t be enough for everyone, but am I enough for you? Because you will always be for me and right now that’s all we need, right?”

Ingrid: 

By far the most hopeless out of the blue lions. 

Because when she first met you...well, she did think you weren’t good enough. As a student at Garreg Mache, one is expected to be someone with enough potential to make it in the big leagues. As a commoner, you proved yourself simply by gaining entry so this shouldn’t be an issue, right? 

Ingrid doesn’t like to acknowledge it, but her own pressure as heir to the Galatea household has bled into how she perceives other people. Simply getting into Garreg Mache isn’t enough to make you a good candidate for important positions

So in the early stages of your relationship, she really did look at you as a commoner playing dress up. Someone who probably wouldn’t last the first few months of school before dropping out...sothis, she was so closed-minded that the moment anyone mentions it she cringes. 

To be fair, it wasn’t just you. She thought this about others as well and has said things to her peers that she regrets (A/N: I won’t mention which support, but I’m head-cannoning that she regrets it to save my opinion of her) 

When you tell her how you feel she goes quiet. She can’t help but think of how you’ve been suffering, and how she had been one of the people you were afraid of whether you knew it or not 

She wouldn’t be able to look you in the eyes, and instead choose to sit in silence. Preferably back-to-back with a hand over yours as a signal it’s okay to talk 

She’d clutch your hand tight, only speaking once you have finished. Even then her voice wouldn’t go above a whisper

“I’m sorry”

[frickingnerd]

all the lies we've told them

pairing: dedue molinaro x gn!reader (+blue lions)

summary: dedue and you try to hide the fact that you hooked up. but your friends are smarter than to believe your lies…

tags: silly & wholesome fluff, friends with benefits, smut/suggestive, reader wearing dedue's shirt, blue lions (+ blue lions!reader), academy phase, secret relationship exposed

“by the goddess… wake up, we fell asleep–!”

your slumber was put to an end by dedue, who shook you awake in a hurry. it took a moment before you remembered how you ended up in this situation and why it was so bad that dedue and you had fallen asleep. but when you did, you were wide awake!

“w-what time is it–!?”

you looked around the room, trying to remember where you had thrown your clothes. after dedue and you snuck away to your room, you hadn't really paid attention where you threw your clothes when you were stripping down. but now you wish you had!

“it's almost two! we'll miss professor byleth's class if we don't hurry–!”

finally, you spotted some clothes on the floor. with a blanket wrapped around you, you hurried to pick them up and put them on, as dedue did the same. in the distance, you heard the bell ring. your time was up!

“i can't find the rest of my clothes…”

dedue looked around the room, shirtless. but no matter how hard he looked, his shirt was nowhere to be found.

“we don't have any more time…”

“fine, i– i'll take the window, you take the door! i'll pass by my room and put on a spare shirt!”

you nodded silently.

“see you in class!”

you arrived on the training grounds shortly after the clock struck two. everyone else was already gathered there and you joined your classmates, trying not to let anyone notice how out of breath you were from running late.

“oh, there you are! we thought something happened, when you didn't show up earlier…”

annette smiled at you, as you joined the group. the other blue lions had gathered up already and dedue was the only one missing now. you hoped that it wasn't too suspicious that the two of you were both late…

“is that shirt new? it feels familiar, but i don't think i've seen you wear it before…”

with an innocent smile, mercedes pointed at your shirt. or rather, dedue's shirt! as you looked down on yourself, you realized that you had put on his shirt, without realizing it. both were white and part of your uniform, so you hadn't noticed, while hurrying to get dressed…

“you're right, it is familiar! i think dedue has one just like that–!”

dimitri pointed out, smiling as he pointed at the little details on the shirt. dedue was his retainer, so of course dimitri would know what his clothes looked like. but you wish he hadn't said it. while dimitri might've not noticed the implications of what he said, sylvain, felix and ingrid certainly had!

“is it a shirt that looks like dedue's shirt or could it be that this is–”

before sylvain could finish his sentence, ingrid and felix both slapped his arm, causing the redhead to wince.

and as if matters couldn't get worse, dedue joined the group at the worst time possible.

“apologies for being late! i spilled a drink on my shirt and had to get a new one. what did i miss?”

the other blue lions slowly but surely put together the pieces. and as you could see each one of them have a moment of enlightenment, your face got more and more red.

“d-did i say something i shouldn't have…?”

dedue noticed the tension, his voice quiet, as he glanced at you. slowly, you nodded and sighed.

“i think you did…”

[originalfireemblemscenarios]

Can I request cuddle headcanons for the Blue Lion males separately with female Byleth?

I already wrote some for Sylvain, even though that was reader insert I don't think much would change with Byleth. So I'm not going to add anything there.

Also I had no idea how to tag it all... Since I know only ship tags with Felix, Sylvain and Dimitri so I'm not tagging them as ships :y

In all cases though: I think we all can agree that Byleth likes to listen to heartbeats

Blue lion Boys cuddle headcanons

Byleth here is female

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd

He used to be scared of not controlling his strength... But he actually doesn't have any problems being gentle with Byleth.

Just in case though... He tends to be a little spoon when they cuddle. Jokes aside, he actually prefers it that way. It's a very comforting feeling.

He likes to at least take one of her hands "hostage" if their position allows it.

But of course he definitely loves having her in his arms as well. Although at times he'd be anxious if she's comfortable. Then again her some says everything he needs to know.

Dedue Molinaro

He does usually feel the need for cuddles but he certainly is happy to provide them when necessary.

His embrace is warm and safe. It's hard for her not to relax when he's hugging her. Hugs from Dedue are literally the best way to forget all of your day's worries.

As for spooning he has no preferences at all. Whatever would go he'd think on how happy he is to have someone like her in his life.

When he's the big spoon he thinks how although she's strong- he wants to protect her.

When he's the little one he remembers that he can rely on her to be there for him.

I know it's a lot of symbolism for just cuddling but I don't know how else I can describe it.

Felix Hugo Fraldarius

He isn't used to cuddling much. He also doesn't enjoy being still for so long... But with Byleth it's different.

Still at first he was very awkward with it. Both when it came to his desire for cuddles and how he went about asking it.

He doesn't mind being vulnerable with her. Even though he'd rather die than admit it out loud.

So even though he tends to be a big spoon he definitely loves being small one just as much.

He usually holds her tightly. Not in a way that would make her uncomfortable, he does it more in a "I'll never let you go" way.

Ashe Ubert

He usually is the one to initiate things, so whenever Byleth decides to take the lead or ask him if he'd like to cuddle he's pleasantly surprised!

When they lay down together he really likes to play with her hair. He can get a little restless so this is his way to keep his hands busy.

He often feels like he should say something, but quickly finds comfort in the silence.

When it comes to spooning he's usually the big spoon. After all Byleth is always taking the lead in her daily life, so having a break by finding comfort with your lover is a nice change.

~Mod Bernadetta