#so when he saw this little weird girl threatening him and The Prince Of Faerghus With The Crest Of Blayddid he starts laughing

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prompt for childhood enemies dimileth!!!

When Byleth was 6 years old, and Jeralt left her in the care of an inkeeper while he was doing merc jobs, a traveling caravan of rich people arrived to the inn, and she heard an ugly rich bowlcut blonde baby say his dad was the strongest and could beat anybody's dad and she choose violence.

Someone had to put the bowlcut in his place and make him understand Jeralt was the strongest.

Dimitri didn't want to fight back for his crest until Byleth called him a wussy... which is a word the mercs used around her and she didn't know what it meant.

(she fondly recalls this story as the first time she won a fight)

(dimitri still has bite scars from the incident and was very scared of girls for a long time)

(gustave was worried sick a commoner kid got the crown prince rabbies)

(they haven't connected the dots)

(This is the same anon who hates Dimitri's hair)

(hello dear dimitri's hair hater anon, i loved this prompt a lot! i changed some little points in the narration, but the main plotis the one you wrote. i really hope you'll like this :3)

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Byleth was extremely bored. Jeralt— no, he said to call him dad— Dad ­­went to do some cool mercenary stuff he said were 'too dangerous' for Byleth to attend. How silly! She was perfectly capable of taking care of enemies. She had the best teacher in the world, after all; the Blade Breaker’s abilities were well known along all Fodlan.

Of course, she was still only six, while her father was… How many years old was Jeralt again? She realised she didn’t know exactly. Probably the same age all dads were. Like three-hundred years old or something like that.

Byleth frowned. Did she need to wait three-hundred years to become as powerful as Jeralt? No, it was too far away from now! The little girl stood up. She needed to go training now.

She went out the little inn where Jeralt— Dad left her some days ago, heading for that nice spot she found out the day before to train with her new super powerful sword. (Well, wood sword. After the last time Byleth tried to train by herself, she almost chopped her own leg, so Jeralt took precautions by giving her a weapon that 'woudn’t hurt his precious little girl'. How melodramatic! But he chose it precisely for her. It was special. She wasn’t gonna break it!)

Her wandering gaze stopped when she noticed some people a few meters from her. She frowned. A tall guy with dark hair and a younger blonde boy with an ugly bowlcut were talking under a tree, the very tree of her perfect nice training spot.

She frowned again. As people said, Byleth wasn’t… the best at social interactions. She didn’t like talking to people, especially strangers. And she hated when she had to. Like this moment. She needed those two to get out of her new special training spot. She needed to train! To become more powerful! Like, right now!

The urge to train was bigger than her despise for talking to strangers, so she got closer to the tree, holding hard her sword. Byleth repeated in her mind Jeralt— Dad’s lessons about how ‘not to be too scary with other people’. She had to act nice.

“Hi. Get out of my training spot”.

A greeting! Super nice. ‘Good job, me’, she thought, pleased with herself.

The taller boy looked at her with surprise, but his expression quickly changed in a smile. “Hello, you fellow warrior”, he said in a condescending tone, winking.

Ugh. That was one of the thing Byleth hated the most: grown-ups treating her like she was just a little child!

“Get out, I said! I need to train”, she said, pointing at her sword.

Bowlcut boy frowned. “But you’re too young to train by your own!”

“What?!” Byleth exclaimed to him, annoyed.

“Yes! My dad says children shouldn’t fight until they grow up. And you look almost my age! So, you can’t train”, Bowlcut boy explained, nodding.

Byleth crossed her arms. “It doesn’t make sense! My dad helps me train since I was… younger than you!”

Bowlcut boy looked troubled. “Why does you dad train you?”

“Because I want to become strong, and he’s the strongest mercenary of all Fodlan!”, Byleth said with a hint of pride.

Now Bowlcut boy looked annoyed. “That’s not true! My dad is the strongest one! Glenn, tell her!” he added, looking at the taller annoying guy.

Tall-annoying guy was watching at them holding a hand over his mouth as if he wanted to hide it, slightly shaking. Then he proceeded to burst into laughter, hitting the ground with his fist, without saying a thing.

Byleth frowned. What a weird guy.

Bowlcut boy frowned too, but apparently he decided to let the matter drop, as he looked at Byleth again. “My dad is stronger! He has big muscles, and he’s the only one that can use a super uper big powerful spear!” Then he looked down at Tall-annoying guy, who was still on the floor. “Glenn! Tell her!”

The guy tried to stop laughing, but miserably failed. “So… sorry, Dimitri… you’ll have to… deal with her yourself… PUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Byleth crossed her arms; then, she got an idea. “Let’s settle this with a fight. However wins, has the strongest dad!”

Bowlcut boy’s eyes widened. “N… no! I can’t! I’ll hurt you!”

Byleth was really annoyed now: how dared that little brat imply he could beat her?!

She lifted her sword, pointing at Bowlcut boy. “Prepare yourself!”

“Oh, fuck!” Tall-annoying guy stopped laughing and stood up between them. “Ok, party’s over. Let’s try to get along, shall we?”

Bowlcut boy sighed in relief. Byleth sticked her tongue out, looking at him. “Your dad’s just a… wussy!”

Byleth really liked the word ‘wussy’. The way it sounded was funny. She didn’t exactly know the meaning, but Jeralt’s mercenaries often used it when someone was arguing (usually when drinking that weird ‘grown-ups fruit juice’) with some other of the band, getting the latter very angry. And Byleth wanted to make Bowlcut boy angry.

And she succeded! Bowlcut boy’s eyes widened, and he proceeded to run towards her. Byleth was ready, and promptly dodged the boy. She grabbed his arm, and sinked her teeth in it.

The boy screamed in pain until Tall-annoying boy managed to pull him away. “Shit shit shit! What the hell is wrong with you two?!” he said in a high-pitched tone. Bowlcut boy started crying.

‘Pathetic’, Byleth thought.

“Okay, little girl, we’re leaving, but promise me you’ll stay away from Dimitri!” Tall-annoying guy said, while taking Bowlcut boy in his arms. “We’re leaving soon anyway, so forget about this and do not tell anyone!” he added, going inside the inn, without waiting for Byleth to respond. “Shit! I did tell Gustave I’m not a good babysitter…” she heard him muttering, while Bowlcut boy was still crying.

She looked at the now closed door for a few seconds more, then turned around. “Okay. Melee training for day: done. I should practice with my sword now…”

“You did what?!” Jeralt—Dad screamed in shock.

Byleth crossed her arms. “I bit him, I told you! He was saying some crap about you!”

Dad looked at her in disbelief, and then bursted into laughter.

‘Why is everyone laughing at me today?!’

“You… you bit him… you bit the… freaking… AHAHAHAHAHA!” Dad was laughing so hard he didn’t finish the phrase.

Byleth shrugged, deciding to let him be. ‘It’s not like I’m gonna ever see Bowlcut boy again…’

15 years later

Byleth didn’t know if she was getting better at reading people, or if Jeralt was acting strange more than usual. Since she told him she chose to lead the Blue Lion House, her father started to make a soft giggle everytime she mentioned the house-leader, Dimitri. It was getting annoying.

“Are you going to tell me why do you make that sound everytime I mention Dimitri, dad?!” she finally said one afternoon, while her and Jeralt were having tea in her room.

Jeralt smiled. “Ah! Never. But maybe, you’ll have your answer if you’ll ever see his arm… Summer is starting, after all…”

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My Light, My Dream

An Asheleth Tangled AU fanfiction!

Part 1/?

[Inspiration]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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A/N: (Made this before I decided to make it a series but figured I’d keep it, hehe!)

Hey ya’ll seen this Asheleth Tangled AU @lecheyan did?

Cause I wrote something.

It’s one in the morning and, rather than sleeping, I decided writing a Tangled x Fire Emblem fan fic was the best thing I could do.

I might continue it, or maybe I’ll just make headcanons after, I dunno, I just wanted to share cause I love this AU 🥰👌

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Stop me if you’ve heard this story before. A princess is kidnapped and stored away in a tower. She must wait until a valiant knight comes to rescue her, or maybe even a prince if she’s lucky. Once her savior finally arrives and brings her back to her kingdom, the armor clad soldier and the delicate princess are wed.

Such fairy tales are common place, it gives young girls the chance to imagine their own knight who will come along and sweep them off their feet. However, not all princesses get a knight in shinning armor. Sometimes, the princesses are stolen in the dead of night, with no chance of discovery. The knights could search for years and years, and yet there wouldn’t be a trace. A family would be forced to mourn the loss of their lost love, their one daughter. All because a knight couldn’t find his princess.

Why don’t their stories get told?

No one speaks of the poor lost princess.

The one lost one tragic night.

The one where her loss is mourned the same day, each year.

And she doesn’t even know it herself.

“Mother. Why do those lights always appear on my birthday? Are they for me?”

“If that is what you desire, my sweet little lily, then it can be for you.”

A beautiful, almost unreal woman. Her skin showed no signs of aging, yet her eyes spoke for themselves. She gazed at the young child- her young child- with seemingly genuine affection. As if a child could tell the difference.

The woman stroked the young girl’s soft, light green hair, almost caressing it. She hummed a sweet melody, the same melody she always sang when she brushed the young princesses hair. She paused for a moment, glancing slightly down at the small child, “Byleth, my delightful little rose, please promise your dear Mother Rhea something.”

“What is it?”

“Promise to never leave me. You can never leave your poor mother by herself, do you understand?”

“... Yes, Mother.”

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“Oh you silly girl, you don’t have to listen to that woman. You’re going to be an adult soon, you can do whatever you want!”

“You look more like a young girl to me. Can you even call me that?”

Byleth always felt like something was weird with her imaginary friend. She conjured up Sothis when she was just a child, most likely because she didn’t have any real friends. Yet, somehow, she felt so real. Like she could reach out and touch her if she wanted to.

“But that’s beside the point. I can’t ask Mother to leave.”

“You’re absolutely right. You need to DEMAND her to allow you to leave!”

“No.” The answer was short yet effective. Sothis looked positively cross with her, and she couldn’t blame her. Of course Byleth wanted to leave the tower. Despite all the things Mother said about the “Dangers of the outside”, she only found herself more intrigued by the idea of leaving. The problem was getting past Mother herself. She hasn’t let her leave the tower since she was born, obviously she wouldn’t let her leave just like that.

But maybe, just maybe, if she was lucky, Mother might allow Byleth to go if she accompanied her. It was really the best shot she had of ever seeing the world outside of her tower.

“Oh Byleth! Let down your hair!” The familiar voice of her Mother rang out from the bottom of the tower. Just like clockwork, Byleth trudged over to the edge of the window and carefully put her hair over the edge to allow her mother to climb up.

“Welcome home Mother. You seem well.”

“Of course I am, my little lily, I’m with you after all! Here, I brought you your favorite stew, all the way from the lands of Faerghus! And just in time for your birthday as well.” As she finished her sentence, Mother happily hummed to herself while she put up the rest of the food in different pantries.

“My birthday... Mother, I have a request. For my birthday. Allow me to accompany you outside.”

The reaction was not pleasurable, to say the least. As soon as those words left Byleth’s lips, the food her mother held was crushed in a death grip. She turned her head, her gaze cold, “You want to leave? Sweetie, you can’t mean that. You know what I told you about the outside world, it’s dangerous for delicate little flowers like you. So just stay at home, where you’re safe and lo-“

“Mother.”

“Don’t interrupt me when I’m talking Byleth. It’s rude.” Her tone was meant to sound like she was scolding her, yet it just sounded... threatening.

“Mother. I refuse to stay in this tower. Please. Let me leave, just once.” This wasn’t going how Byleth had hoped, and yet exactly how she expected.

“If I let you leave once, you’ll want to leave again and again and again until you’re never here! You’ll leave your poor, helpless mother all by herself.” She took a few steps toward Byleth, softly caressing her hair between her fingers. She gave a meaningful tug and the few strands she held. “You don’t want that, now do you?”

“... No... Mother. Of course not.”

“Good. Then don’t ever try to ask me that again.” She released Byleth’s hair and resumed her task from before like nothing happened. Even humming the same sweet tune.

“My my... She sure is a handful.” Sothis gave a little tut next to Byleth’s ear, “But there’s still another way.”

“Mother. I think I have something else I’d like for my birthday. Not leaving the tower, of course.”

“Oh, my sweet girl, anything for you! What can I do for you?” Despite her words, her gaze was hard and stern, as if she was daring her to ask to leave again. Luckily, Byleth isn’t so easily taunted.

“Albenian jam. It’s very rare I get to enjoy it, since it’s in another country. I think I’d like to have that. If you’re able.”

“Albenian jam? My my, that’s a long trip. It would take me 4 days just to reach the port. Are you sure? That’s such a long time to be separated.”

“I’m sure. I’ll be 18, I can take care of myself.” Say yes, say yes, say yes!

“Hmm... well, if it will make you happy, how can I possibly say no? I’ll leave as soon as possible, so we can be reunited sooner, my little sweetie. But before I go...”

Byleth already knew what she wanted. Her hand brushed across her hair, and as she hummed softly once again, a light began emitting from the strands.

“Of course, Mother...”

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The loud clambering of feet mixed with hooves was deafening among the people in town. This was a common occurrence at this point, and it was always the same old thief that they could never seem to catch. It honestly made the knights look bad from how long he’s been escaping their grasp.

The familiar blur of blue and gray zipped past the towns people, followed by the pursuing knights, shouting out orders among each other and curses at the uncatchable thief.

By the GODS! I’m going to die. This is going to be my resting grounds, I’m going to die here.

Fearful thoughts ran through the poor boy’s mind, this was the first time the knights had ever gotten so close. One of the knights had barely missed grabbing his arm while he was making his escape. And now they were on horse back. There was no way he could out run that. He was going to have to out smart them.

“You menace! Return what was stolen, or we will be forced to take harsh actions!” A white haired knight, who was surprisingly on foot, spoke directly to the thief.

“As if my punishment wasn’t going to be harsh enough. Thanks, but I’m not sticking around to find out.” The thief took a moment to press his hand on his bag to check if it was still there.

Bingo

The familiar shape of the intricately shaped crown made it easy to identify. As soon as he confirmed it was there, he was quick to climb up the buildings surrounding them. The cavalry was, understandably, furious that their best and only tactic had been bested by such a simple plan. As they ran around town, desperately searching for the thief, he disappeared into the woods, seemingly unnoticed.

Almost unnoticed.

Once in the safety of the trees, he took a moment to catch his breath. The adrenaline rush was still fresh and he could hardly breathe from how fast his heart was pounding. But he got what he was after, and that’s what was important.

He trekked slowly through the unfamiliar woods, spotting a few wanted posters along the way. He sighed, “They never get my nose right. Does it really look that big? I don’t think so...” He shoved the poster into his bag for future reference. At this point, there was no telling where the man was. He was just thankful that he lost the-

A whiny. The clopping of hooves. And a small voice, “What is it Dorte? Did you smell something?”

Fear once again pierced his heart. How had they found him so quickly? He was sure he hadn’t been followed, they couldn’t have. It was impossible, there was a misunderstanding, surely. But he wasn’t going to risk it.

Immediately he began a mad sprint. He wasn’t going to risk being caught over a misunderstanding. He quickly ducked behind a rock, risking only a few peaks to check if he was safe. As the hooves became closer, the thief instinctively sunk back, slowly and-

He fell. He collapsed right through the rock. Wait, that doesn’t make sense. He quickly sat up and looked around, it was a cave, the front part covered by a thick layer of vines. He sunk back a bit more, moving himself completely behind the vines. Just as he did so, a silhouette of a horse passed by, Dorte was it? It looked around for a moment before slowly trotting along. The man let out a small sigh of relief before picking himself back up.

Where was he? He walked into the cave, slow at first. When he saw a light on the other side, he walked a bit faster, wondering what could possibly meet him at the other side.

A tower was the last thing he’d expected to see.

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