#sylvain angst

[frickingnerd]

love triangle with sylvain and felix

pairing: sylvain jose gautier x gn!reader x felix hugo fraldarius

tags: love triangle, rivalry & jealousy, pety!felix, flirty!sylvain, silly & wholesome fluff, open ending, sylvix friendship

it's hard to tell which one of the boys fell for you first

sylvain was the one who started flirting with you first, but he wasn't really serious about it right away

felix on the other hand never seemed to change much around you, even after falling in love with you, making it hard to know when exactly he realized his feelings for you

though there is one thing that starts to show that he's in love with you: he tries to keep you away from sylvain!

felix worries that you might end up falling for sylvain and tries to avoid you and the red head running into each other

of course, this only intrigues sylvain as he starts to notice it, suggesting that felix might be crushing on you and keeping you away from him for that reason

though when felix denies that he has feelings for you, sylvain starts to assume you're the one who's in love with him, which only piques his interest

he starts to seek you out more, flirting with you every chance he gets and before he knows it, sylvain fell for you as well

it takes the two boys a while to realize they both love you and once they do, it gets a little awkward between them

both suggest the other one should have you, but both deny as well. in the end, they settle on fighting for you and the better one wins!

sylvain continues his usual flirting with you, often taking you on dates as well, while felix attempts to have more time with you than sylvain, without actually having to call it a date or admit to his feelings

felix also likes to play dirty, telling you small lies like "sylvain won't be joining us today" so he'll have you to himself or he'll cover your eyes when sylvain is does something impress during training, to prevent you from seeing it

[faerghusfucker]

Drabble idea: childhood friends who think the other one betrayed them only to realize way too late they've been on each other's side the whole time. Give us that angst. ~What am I doing, I don't even like angst if it isn't followed by hurt/comfort~

so this one was rlly fun bc you left it open for me to choose the character, so i OBVIOUSLY chose Sylvain and Felix lol. dw you'll get a snippet of comfort at the end lol i could never do hurt without comfort.

also this is categorically LONGER THAN A DRABBLE i think i'm incapable of writing drabbles actually this ended up being six pages in my google doc lol SURPRISE

Swordplay

TW: death, angst, funerals, descriptions of wounds/burns

The training grounds were empty, just as Felix liked them. The first week of school had been so tiresome, with the grounds filled with absolute amateurs and spoiled nobles who had never even seen real swords, much less wielded them. Every match was an easy victory, something that massaged Felix’s ego but did nothing for his skills. The best challenge he could hope for with this hopeless lot was a height disadvantage, but he was so nimble that a simple strike to the back of the knees was enough to guarantee victory. It was so utterly boring, just winning and winning and winning and barely being able to find a space to train without being dragged into some poor loser’s match. But finally, the initial mystique of the training grounds had worn off on the general student population, leaving them empty during Felix’s preferred training hours. Perfect.

He selected his favorite training sword off of the rack; one of the wooden ones that had a slightly thinner blade than the rest, mimicking the Levin swords that caught his eye at the marketplace. His father hadn’t sent him with enough pocket money to splurge on such a blade himself, but perhaps if he honed his skills well, he could convince the Professor to let him wield one during missions, instead of the typical iron and steel swords that he had fallen into monotony with over the past few years. The Professor, who had been one of the first people to beat him since… he’ll beat them eventually. But not before asking them for a new training regimen, since his had barely changed since…

“Watch your step, Fe! An enemy would’ve tripped you by now, you’re lucky I don’t fight dirty like that. Stagger your stance and keep it there! I’m serious, these things matter.”

”Hmph. Trip me then, instead of just telling me.”

”Sorry, I’m not intent on making my baby brother cry right now.”

”Shut up!!”

He still remembered the footwork he taught him. To keep his feet planted and his knees slightly bent, and to treat his sword like an extension of his arm. When Felix felt grounded in his stance, he swung his sword, feeling that nice whoosh that came when the wood blade cut through the air, the sound slightly lower than that of the metal swords he trained with back home. He could understand why Garreg Mach opted to offer wooden swords in their training grounds— you can’t trust rookies with real metal, after all— but nothing quite felt like the real thing. Still, a sword was a sword, and he would keep up his training regimen even if he was left with only twigs to wield. 

He took a few more swings, imagining someone in front of him dodging his attacks and sending a few of their own his way. He parried and swung at the figure, fighting back thoughts that he was now older than the age he was when he died. He tried not to think about whether the height of his imagined training partner was even accurate; would he still be taller than him now, or would he carry the family curse of being just a little too short? Would his hair still be that length, or would the knights finally pressure him to get a trim? Would he have lines under his eyes, or would his face still be youthful and pretty and perfect? Father never mentioned Glenn developing wrinkles, but it was all he could seem to talk about when Felix would join him for breakfast. He’d think of mentioning the sleepless nights, the way he’d close his eyes and see his big brother’s casket in the darkness, but Rodrigue had been so damn proud to lower that box into the ground that it was no use. He could deal with some teasing about his eye bags. He could deal with all of it.

“Come on, you can’t deal with me leaving for a little trip? Don’t be ridiculous, if you come with me, who’s gonna take care of Ingrid while I’m gone?”

”It’s not just you, though… why do you and Dima get to go on a trip together? It’s not fair!” 

“Well, when you become a knight, we can go on every single royal expedition with the king and his family, alright? But that means you need to practice real hard, okay? No slacking on your training, even when I’m not around. I’ll be testing you when I’m back from Duscur, and I want you to be able to beat me. Maybe by then I’ll be the second youngest in the royal knights, yeah?”

”Hmph, challenge accepted.”

”Good, I’ll be interested to see your progress. Don’t get into too much trouble with Sylvain, alright? And be good to Mother and Father, you menace.”

”…Fine.”

Felix kept up his little pretend spar, and actually held his own for a while, until he overdid a swing and dropped his sword, the weapon landing with a thunk! against the cobblestone flooring. Damned wooden swords.

Fifteen years, and he had yet to win a match against him. He’ll get him next time. 

As he went to fetch his sword, he heard a familiar set of footsteps coming from behind him. He knew those footsteps anywhere, but it wasn’t often that he would be the one sneaking up on Felix. Usually it was the other way around— 

“Felix! Long time no see, buddy. I can’t believe we haven’t seen each other since—“ Sylvain quickly remembered himself, deciding he shouldn’t dredge up those memories when he didn’t know how his friend was dealing with them quite yet.

”…Since we were kids! Though, I can’t say I’m surprised to find you here of all places. You really can’t stay away from your swords, huh Fe?”

”Don’t call me that. Pick up a sword or leave. I’m not stopping my training for chatter.” 

Ah, so that’s still a sore spot, then.

Sylvain felt silly doing this— after all, he hadn’t touched a sword in months and was painfully rusty— but if it would make his friend talk to him, he would endure the humiliation.

”Alright, walk me through this again, will you? You know I don’t do this stuff on my own.”

Goddess above, what an amateur.

”I’m not teaching you how to use a sword, dipshit. If you need to be transferred to the daycare, go ask the Professor.” Felix spat, resisting the urge to further chide the red-haired idiot before him. 

“Woah, language! Is that how a knight of Faerghus is supposed to talk?”

You sound just like him…

”I’m not a knight of Faerghus, Sylvain.”

“Felix, don’t tell me you’re still doing this—“

Sylvain was caught off-guard by Felix running at him, intent to start the sparring match early. Luckily, his reflexes were still strong, and he landed a mediocre parry before his friend quickly resumed the onslaught.

“Hey, I wasn’t ready!”

”Tough shit, mister knight of Faerghus!” Felix growled out the last words, his voice having a venom to it that was different to the normal sarcasm his words were laced in. Sylvain was truly a terrible swordsman; sure, he was strong, but his technique was so lacking that any worthy opponent could trip him up. No wonder he stuck with lances.

It wasn’t long before Sylvain’s purely defensive strategy started to fail him, and Felix easily disarmed him, a far cry from when Sylvain would win just because he was a little bigger and stronger. It seemed like he would need to get some sword training in if he ever hoped to brag in little FeFe’s face again.

”You’re not even trying, this was a waste of my time. What a disappointment.” Felix scolded, starting to put the two swords back on the rack. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll work on it. Y’know, fighting you that time… you really use your sword just like Glenn did. It was nice, felt like training with him again.”

Ouch

”Lucky you. Maybe you can go and get yourself killed too, like a real knight of Faerghus.” 

“There’s really no need to be mean, Felix. I…” How on earth was he supposed to say this? Sylvain had known this boy since he was born, yet he still had no idea how to talk to him.

”I’m sorry about Glenn. I don’t think I ever got to properly tell you that. What happened was… it was horrible. He was like a brother to me too, y’know. I’m so, so sorry.”

Felix grimaced, but it looked more like a scowl. “I don’t care. If you’re gonna prattle on about how he died with honor and fulfilled his duty, I’d suggest taking it to Ingrid. I hear enough from my father about it.”

”Why would I say something like that? What… what did your father say?” Sylvain asked quietly, his somber tone something unnatural even to himself. After the Tragedy, it had been so hard to get his friends to move, to say anything, to even look him in the eyes. Even now, Ingrid deflated whenever she saw him, Dimitri barely spoke to him except when he was caught breaking curfew, and Felix… well, he was far from the cute little crybaby that followed him around when they were younger. He knew it was a selfish thought, that his friends were hurting more than he could fathom, but the King and his knights weren’t the only ones lost on that terrible day. It seemed like his friends were lost to those flames, even four years later. 

“You don’t remember? Typical.” Was the best response that Felix could muster. Of course Sylvain wouldn’t remember something like that. He was too preoccupied with trying to get everyone back to joining his idiotic schemes. He never learned.

”Why don’t you tell me, instead of being a dick? I’m your friend, Felix. I don’t know why you think everyone wants to hurt you all the time, but it’s getting annoying. You know we all just want to be your friend, right? It gets pretty hard to keep trying when all you wanna do is keep some… some wall up. I’m not asking you to pretend like nothing happened, just let me in.” 

”Felix, let me in! I haven’t seen you in a week, don’t you wanna train? Glenn said you can’t be a knight if you don’t train.”

”I don’t wanna be a knight…”

”What? Yes you do, Felix, it’s all you ever talk about. Don’t you wanna be like him?”

”Like him!? I don’t wanna be like anyone! Leave me alone, Sylvain.”

”But… Ingrid won’t go outside either. And Father said not to bother Dimitri…”

“Go bother Ingrid, then.”

Felix had always been observant; ever since he was young, he noticed things that others didn’t. He noticed how Glenn’s technique changed after he was knighted, how he lost the stiff, practiced stance of a squire and how he started to attack with a hunger that Felix wouldn’t encounter again until joining the academy. He noticed how his father, the self-pitying bastard, never took any measures to treat the bruise he inflicted onto his face after giving his sorry excuse for a eulogy, instead opting to let his eye stay ugly and purple for nearly two weeks. And he noticed how Sylvain was acting… different, that day. He didn’t cry at the funeral— neither of them did— and his eyes had a hollow look to them that he’d never seen before. He’d recognize it later on his father, when he would retreat to his study after meetings and refuse to speak to anyone.

”Were you drunk at the funeral?” Felix asked seemingly out of nowhere. He’d never considered it before, but it made sense; Sylvain had given Felix sips of bottles that he shouldn’t have had before, and while he personally had never been drunk enough to be severely impaired, he wouldn’t put such behavior past Sylvain’s younger self. 

It seemed like he was right in his assumption, as Sylvain’s face grew red, nearly matching his hair.

“I- what makes you think that?”

”How could you not remember what he said? And… and what I did?” he added the last part quietly, knowing that everyone who was present that day would remember what happened well. Even at the academy, the children of minor lords in Faerghus glared and whispered about him, since the last time that several of them would’ve seen him was on that fateful day, when his thirteen year old self had been possessed by some force that made him think it was a good idea to walk up to the podium, get on his tippy-toes, and punch his father out in front of everyone. He did regret that a little, but he’d rather die before telling anyone that.

”Okay, yes, I was drunk, but that’s beside the point. Are you gonna tell me what happened or not?” Sylvain pushed, trying to lighten his tone so it felt less like an argument. He and Felix never used to fight when they were young, but now it was all they ever did, and he hated it more than anything.

Felix huffed, seeming to hesitate before he recounted the events of his brother’s funeral, a day that had irreversibly damaged his relationship with his father, and his country as a whole.

”He… my father, he said that Glenn died ‘like a true knight.’ He made the ultimate sacrifice for his country, as a son of House Fraldarius is expected to. The bastard.” Felix mumbled the last part, refusing to look into Sylvain’s wide-eyed stare. He’d always hated eye contact.

”…What the hell? Felix, I had no idea. Fuck, why would he say something like that? About Glenn of all people?” Sylvain rambled, running a hand through his unruly red hair before remembering something else about the funeral— something that even alcohol couldn’t hide from his subconscious.

”Say, they didn’t let you see the body, did they? You were only thirteen, I don’t think your father would’ve let you, right?”

”…No.”

Sylvain chuckled dryly, sitting down on a nearby bench as he watched Felix swing the training sword again.

”Well, they let me. My father said it was better that I see my first body that way instead of in battle, but I don’t think it would’ve mattered either way. I don’t wanna traumatize you when I say this, but… it was awful, Felix. It looked like someone had tossed him off a cliff and lit him on fire, there were so many burns and gashes… They cut his hair, Fe, that’s how bad it was. It was either that or leaving him with bald spots. Your dad couldn’t look, you know that? He took a glance and walked away. But I looked…” Sylvain trailed off, putting his head in his hands as the memory of Glenn, laid in that box with his armor on, as if anything could’ve protected him from the fate that befell him, filled his mind. Somehow, the haircut was the worst part; the men of Fraldarius always kept their hair long, and Glenn in particular had inherited the flowing waves that Rodrigue sported. Sylvain had always been jealous of his hair, he wished that his would fall so beautifully instead of sticking up and out like it did. The girls always liked a man with long hair…

”I’m telling you this, ‘cause I don’t think that was a proud or knightly death. That’s not something that can happen when you fight valiantly until the bitter end. They murdered him, Felix. Plain and simple. He didn’t die like a true knight or whatever bullshit your dad said.”

Sylvain didn’t notice when Felix put his sword down and sat next to him, but he did notice that he exhaled a little harder after his last sentence, as if he wanted to laugh.

“Is that how a knight of Faerghus is supposed to talk?” He mocked, though the words were empty.

”I’m not a knight of Faerghus.”

If Sylvain blinked, he would miss the ghost of a smile that showed up on his friend’s face. He really did look old for being seventeen.

”I guess that makes two of us.”

[callmewishful]

This clip from AM is reason 23 why I think Miklan should have lived in AG.

If Sylvain was this remorseful over the worst version of Miklan, imagine how upset he was over what was arguably the best version of Miklan when he died. Imagine the dynamic between them that could have occurred if Miklan had been allowed to keep growing.

[princessofthevalley5]

working on a crimson flower sylvix fic bc i am insane <3

[randomnameless]

Which is stupider, Brave!Lysithea agreeing with Supreme Leader and thinking that getting rid of crests will automatically cause the concept of people with more power over society than others to disappear, or Brave!Marianne idolizing Momo despite presumably knowing full well how much of a monster he was?

B!Lys without a doubt !

B!Lys thinking crusts makes people nobles erases Judith, Holst and hell, even Marianne herself from Fodlan (Marianne is a noble because she was adopted by Edmund, not because she has a crest, hell, her crest is hidden!!).

B!Marianna can sort of exist in the post VW limbo where it is probable that post VW Claude never said a thing about the origins of the Relics and the identity of the Elites to his classmates (just as it is probably he told them, the game doesn't want you to think about those pesky "issues") - but B!Lys exists in a verse where she ignores members of her own faction so...

I wouldn't say it's stupid per se anon, but it's a case of FEH completely ignoring events from the games to create characters (re : Ayra training A!Mareeta) with the Fodlan speciality : the vast majority of the FE16 characters (not their Nopes versions!) cannot have definite personality traits or connect two dots, because if the stars align a certain way, they can join Supreme Leader/ditch their country/family/friends for Billy's pretty eyes. Unlike the Lord who are from their, well, canon versions, B!Lys cannot say Supreme Leader's "reasoning" is nonsensical, because Lys can join Supreme Leader, let it be for Billy's pretty eyes, or because she is the only unit in the game to be able to look at her city being invaded and her friends having been massacred, and choose to side with the invaders to save her life (tfw Lys adopts more willingly the Almyran POV than Hilda, who rejects it in CF and dies fighting to protect her leader/friend).

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

au where the faerghus dads in their school years end up in the same timeline as the blue lions from dimitri's school years and they have to co-exist until lambert's group finds a way to get back to their time

[bladesandstars-fics]

Surprise! Happy New Year! I updated this with a short new chapter and am already thinking about the next.

nothing to lose

sylvain/lorenz, FE3H

leicester is gone, and lorenz is a prisoner in gautier

sylorenz history, painful past, painful present

M, currently 1.6K, chapter 2/??

[randoimago]

Day 16. Love Triangle Turned Poly, Felix x Reader x Sylvain

Note(s): A bit of angst, thinking it's unrequited love but it's not. Everyone is just an idiot.

requested by @beawesome04

Felix is annoyed by how much he likes you. He hasn’t felt this way about anyone. He hasn’t felt like his heart would burst each time you smile at him or laugh at something he said (which he wasn’t even trying to be funny).

Even accepting that he liked you was frustrating. He wanted to blame you for some magic gone astray. Or maybe the meat wasn’t cooked properly. But as hard as he tried to search for excuses, he knows that he can’t continue to push down his feelings.

At least, he thought that. And then he saw Sylvain.

His best friend since childhood, one person that hasn’t left his life even though he tried pushing everyone away. A man that also made his heart race so fast, he’d think it’s palpitating.

Sylvain, who he watches flirt with you. And you smile and laugh along. It makes his heart ache in a completely different way. But he knows Sylvain. He knows when the redhead is just playing. The look in his eyes towards you is not one for a fling. And who is Felix for trying to get in the way of that?

Sylvain has always only chased others because “it’s his duty” to spread his crest and make a powerful heir. Or whatever political bs that goes around at this academy.

And yet, when it comes to you, he’s not interested in testing your loyalty. He doesn’t want to know if you like him only for his crest. He’d laugh it off and say, “I knew it”, but his heart will be broken. It’d be rather ironic, the playboy having a broken heart.

But Sylvain hasn’t made any attempts besides flirting like usual. The reason? Felix. His best friend, a man that constantly shrugs off his flirting and thinks that Sylvain doesn’t mean his words. His best friend that doesn’t realize how Sylvain was chasing him before you. His best friend that also loves you. Sylvain might act like a carefree playboy, but he knows the look in Felix’s eyes. And no way in hell will Felix do anything to break Felix’s heart. Even if it means having his own break while watching the two of you together.

And it’s like that for a while. A frustrating situation of Felix wanting to be closer but stopping and Sylvain flirting “meaninglessly”. And you, caught in the middle of two men you’ve also learn to care for. But you don’t do much besides being friendly as you’ve seen how Felix looks at Sylvain when the playboy isn’t looking. And you’ve even seen Sylvain’s own soft looks towards the swordsman. The last thing you want is to ruin their relationship because you got in the way.

So, nothing happens between the three of you besides longing looks and wishing for more. And it ends up being a regret that nothing happened when Edelgard attacks the academy, and everyone has to go home to prepare and process the fact that you're at war.

“Will you two go flirt in a different room?” Felix snaps, unable to help it as you three are in the training area together, preparing for the final battles to hopefully end the war. Sure, Sylvain has been flirting with you and you’ve exchanged words back, but you didn’t think it was that bad.

You all met up again, relieved to see that each other is okay. But of course, with the stress of war adding to the tension that is still happening between the three of you, things would inevitably boil over.

“You could join in,” Sylvain retorts, causing a scoff from Felix.

“Please, as if either of you want me around.” That causes both you and Sylvain to be taken aback. You know Felix can be extra hard on himself, but this was new.

“Felix, of course we want you around,” you tell him. You don’t need to speak for Sylvain, but the other man looks so guilty and hurt that you do.

“So you can rub it in?”

“What is your problem?” You’re surprised by the harsh tone Sylvain has. You’ve heard it before when he chastised girls that eventually admitted using him for his crest.

“My problem is how you’re constantly flirting with each other and always state you’re being ‘friendly’. My problem is how I’m always given a second glance as if you’re pitying me for being a damned third wheel!”

“The second glances are because i don’t want to break your heart, you dastard!”

You’re definitely surprised with how heated things are getting.

“Break my heart? What are you talking about?” Felix scoffs and so does Sylvain. You see him open his mouth, but you step in to try and deescalate.

“I see the way you look at Sylvain, Felix. I don’t want to get between that.” Sylvain looks very confused by your words. You’re also confused to his reaction, but you continue. “And he looks at you the same way. I don’t want to-“

“What are you talking about? I love you both,” Felix interrupts, looking a tad annoyed that he was called out. “And Sylvain loves you. I don’t know how the hell you think he likes me-“

“Wait. Wait.” Sylvain cuts Felix off and you’re sure the swordsman is going to be more mad, but Sylvain sends him a look. “All of us are idiots.”

“Speak for yourself.” You can’t help saying and Sylvain gives you an unimpressed look.

“I flirt with you because i’m in love with you,” Sylvain says and you’re surprised by it. You hear Felix scoff and Sylvain continues before he gets upset again. “But I’m also in love with Felix. Have been for a long time.”

That makes Felix shut up, not expecting to hear that. “You love me?” He whispers, not quite believing it. “I thought you and-“

“I kept giving you second glances because I saw how you looked at them and didn’t want to ruin it for you,” Sylvain admits and your eyes soften at the two.

“Well, I think I should make my feelings clear too,” you say and the boys look at you. “I love you both. But i’ve seen how close you both are and didn’t want to ruin it.”

It’s silent between the three of you as the words process in all of your heads. It’s been a constant angst battle, thinking feelings were unrequited. But in reality, it’s the furthest from the truth.

“We are idiots.” You break the silence and Sylvain chuckles while Felix tries not to smile, instead pouting.

“If you didn’t want to break my feelings then why were you flirting? You made me think I didn’t stand a chance, jerk,” Felix huffs and Sylvain rolls his eyes playfully.

“Yeah, I’m an asshole. Now let me kiss you and make up for it.” You and Felix are taken aback by that and you watch as Sylvain kisses the swordsman. A smile comes to your face as you see Felix soften for once, watching him enjoy the kiss and his cheeks flush.

Sylvain pulls back and turns to you, smiling brightly. “And I’m not leaving you out.” You laugh a bit before Sylvain pulls you into a kiss too. You feel him melt against you, his hands holding you tightly to him.

“Don’t hog them to yourself,” Felix mutters and you feel Sylvain’s chest rumble as he chuckles against you. He steps back, holding his hands up in a mock surrender.

Felix kisses you and it’s a bit awkward, his lips are slightly chapped, but he still does his best to kiss you. He pulls back and there’s a small smile on his face, cheeks more flushed.

You three are idiots for not realizing each other's true feelings. But you’re definitely going to make up for it.

[sheikahwarriork]

Do u have any dimileth headcanon??

LMAO TOO MANY. here's a brief(?) list

dimitri fell in love right away when they met but realized it only during the rain scene

byleth fell in love more slowly and realized it at the goddess tower (academy)

sylvain knew about dimitri's crush all along and kept teasing him about it but dimitri was dense and clueless and always like "i dont know what you are talking about, sylvain. my only feelings toward the professor are admiration, care, and the wish to spend all my life at her side. totally normal"

during the fishing tournament, byleth asked dimitri to keep her company. dimitri was confused, the professor always fishs alone!, but gladly accepted. she also tried to teach him how to fish but he kept broking the fishing rods

byleth always spends at least 3 hours at sunday having tea with dimitri (its me im byleth)

the first time byleth tried to make tea for dimitri, she made a chamomille too strong for a normal human to enjoy. luckily dimitri isnt normal and it was the first time in years he tasted something. byleth keeps over-pouring his chamomille just to see him enjoying some taste

dimitri cant cook for shit. byleth only knows how to stew at a campfire. dedue is their savior

(dedue knows about dimitri's crush too but doesnt tease him about it)

they love each other in every universe, in every timeline. even if they dont realize it, or one of them (dimitri) dies, they still love each other and always will.

dimileth CF: edelgard is the one who kills dimitri, byleth tries to stop her but fails, and after she spends an entire day hugging dimitri's corpse, unable to understand why her heart feels so broken (since when does she have a heart?)

dimileth VW: after the timeskip, byleth meets dimitri for the first time at the gronder. she rushes to him and hug him, whispering "i thought you were dead", and dimitri replies " i thought it about you too". then an archer hits dimitri on the back. he looses strenght on his legs. byleth starts screaming. dimitri doesnt look at her, he only says "i always wanted to dance with you" and dies. byleth turns back time till the monastery and now chooses the blue lions :)

dimileth SS: (wooo "ghost scene".) dimitri always loved the professor from afar. and hes not dead, but he knows he's about to, so he goes to the monastery to see the professor one more last time. he needs to tell her what hes doing, what hes about to do, but looses all his composture once he sees byleth smiling at him in relief (she thought he died- offscreen during gronder). ohhh but he needs to go now, he feels like that smile isnt meant for him, this isnt his- their story; maybe in another life. this is dangerous. why this urge to kiss her, why right now? he needs to go, now. "im sorry, professor. im a coward, i've always been a coward. i came here to tell you-" shes crying, shes smiling. "i love you too".

woooo too much angst. back to the romcom fluff

when byleths asks dimitri to go to the sauna with her, he heats up so fast not bc of the heat, but bc the professor is in her underwear sothis help me-

mercedes knows too. (actually every blue lions knows. theyre not very subtle) she tries to help byleth realize her feelings by talking through metaphors but byleth is too dense and she keeps wondering why mercedes always talk to her about "the goddess and her king"

during academy phase, dimileth dont kiss. but according to sylvain, they spend all the time "eyes-fucking each other". true!

their first kiss? lmao actually at the S support scene. theyre clumsy and a bit awkward- its the first kiss for both- but its also the best one of their lives. bc its the beginning of their life.

sothis hates both of them (lovingly). A LOT. she considered many times to get control over byleth's body just to make those two fuck. everytime byleth smiles under her breath when she thinks about dimitri and then wonders "what is this hot wave im feeling? must go ask manuela about it" sothis starts screaming

at the ball, dimitri spent all the night looking for the courage to ask the professor to dance. once he collected it, he sees claude dancing with the professor! (how dare he!) (why am i so jealous?!) the next time he spares with claude, claude ends up in the infirmary. "oops. my crest activated :("

they have many children and lives happily ever after forever.

("brief list" my ass.)

hope you enjoyed this! many of these hc comes from a very long fic i wrote some time ago that i still havent published, but im working on its translation (its currently only in italian) and maybe, one day, it will be on ao3. i hope so. :3

[theeeveetamer]

So I was thinking about how they keep the bond scar from getting infected in omegaverse, yeah?

Concept: antibacterial alpha saliva. Hear me out!

So my thought here is that when an alpha is ready to bond with an omega they might produce some kind of disinfecting effect in their saliva, which would basically make their fangs sterilized before they go in

The wounds they leave behind still heal under a normal timeframe. So I was thinking it's a sign of devotion or love for an alpha to continue taking care of their omega's wound personally after mating. So a particularly devoted alpha would spend days afterward checking the wound and licking and kissing at their partner's neck to keep it clean until it's fully healed.

Of course if an alpha didn't want to do that then they could just take care of it normally. So like, if for example an omega was bitten by someone they didn't know then they'd have to disinfect and bandage it themselves. But I think if they do it that way it never quite heals right. Like, you can always tell when a bond scar was healed by an alpha vs. when a bond scar is healed without an alpha.

Whiiiiich leads to lots of social stigma/judgement toward both alphas and omegas. Like, if the couple is still together then a poorly healed bond scar will have people judging the alpha for being an inattentive or uncaring partner. If they're not together then maybe an omega is pitied or judged for choosing poorly and being left by their bondmate.

So ways I could totally make this about my ships:

1 Angsty Dimidues where Dedue marks Dimitri just before sacrificing himself to save Dimitri during the time skip. Dimitri has to heal the wound all by himself, complicated further by him being on the run with very little in the way of supplies, which leads to it looking pretty gnarly.

That's partially why he wears high necked shirts/armor after the timeskip. Partially because he doesn't want anyone to know, and partially because looking at Dedue's mark hurts too badly. Once they're back together he fiercely defends Dedue against anyone who would judge him for the way the mark looks

2) Soft Dimidues where Dedue takes the best damn care of that bond mark and Dimitri constantly brags and gushes and shows it off to everyone so they know how wonderful Dedue is

3) Maybe some angsty Sylvixes where Sylvain marks Felix during a rut and then doesn't remember it later. Felix takes care of it himself and hides it from Sylvain for years

Sylvain discovers it eventually, but doesn't realize it's his mark, and is ready to rip whichever asshole did that to Felix to shreds (surprise! it's you, asshole!)

4) Fluff-angst Leokumis where Leo takes the best damn care of that bond scar, but partially because he's traumatized from Garon being such an asshole. Garon never took care of anyone he marked so they always wound up with gnarly looking scars. The court judged them very harshly for it

5) Some kind of interaction between Alfred's illness and the scar mark healing? I dunno if I would want it to turn out gnarly no matter how hard they try (for the angst) or if I would just want it to take a really long time for it to heal, meaning Diamant has to be extra extra dedicated to it (for the fluff)

[frickingnerd]

“you shouldn't have to see this”

pairing: sylvain jose gautier x gn!reader x dimitri alexandre blaiddyd

summary: when sylvain ditches you on the night of the ball, dimitri is there for you...

tags: player!sylvain ('cheating' on reader), protective!dimitri, unspecified feelings - possibly romantic (dimitri for reader)

you should've never fallen in love with sylvain.

you knew that you'd only get your heart broken if you fall for the boy who was known as a skirt chaser, a heartbreaker, someone who only toys with girls and then drops them as soon as he loses interest. but you were a fool. a fool who was in love with sylvain.

you watched him from afar, sneaking away from the ball with a girl that wasn't you. even though you were his date, he had barely even looked at you all night. and now he was sneaking off with another girl. and you were fool enough to follow them outside to the garden.

there they were, holding hands and talking. they stood so close, too close for it to not be romantic. you knew it would only hurt you if you stayed like this and watched them. but you stayed nonetheless, watching as they slowly got closer and closer until…

a pair of hands covered your eyes. you gasped quietly, before you heard a voice whispering in your ear.

and you recognized the voice right away. sylvain's childhood best friend. the crown prince of faerghus. dimitri alexandre blaiddyd. whispering into your ear, in a soft voice:

“you shouldn't have to see this”

[faerghusfucker]

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[justsurvival]

name. keva

pronouns. he/xe but lately i’ve been lovin the no pronouns game icl

preferred comms. discord + i need you to bump messages if i havent responded because i will forget and i admit that it is on me

name of muse. there’s like 99 of them if you count my canons and ocs and uh well. this is why i will directly call out which characters i am feeling the most in my pinned. kisses xoxo

experience in RP. let me take you back to 2011 if you will allow me ……. me and several of my irls were doing some silly roleplay thing in an imsg gc. moved on to kik. was on instagram for a while. twitter (but the tumblr kind) during the height of the pandemic. oc & shadowhunters tumblr blogs circa 2015-2018. groups on tumblr on/off from 2016. cycling through multis and single muses since about 2021. most recent non-multis i’ve had…. kim dokja (orv), the kaul siblings + anden (greenbone saga), caleb widogast (cr), nico di angelo (rrverse), a couple iterations of shion, an iteration of sylvain + some of their siblings, & a couple others that i’m forgetting. generally i’ve always been most comfortable writing ocs & canons from niche media/media with a smaller rpc.

best experiences. 2020-2021 was terrible for a number of reasons but it was Fun sometimes. met a few friends i still talk to and are very dear to me. i am definitely happier now(?) because i am more comfortable curating my own space and setting boundaries even if i lack the deeper dynamics i had back then.

pet peeves / dealbreakers. i do not care if people “use me” for a certain canon or gender presentation of character as long as they respect and understand the character and the way i write them. i do not care for mindless performative behavior. i do not care for vagues. i do not care for facechasing or forceshipping. if i am uncomfortable i will take it into my own hands and soft/hard block. i do care that my boundaries are respected and that you care for my character past their face / a ship / etc. i do care that my characters of color are not ignored. i do care that my transgender characters are not ignored. yes this is bare minimum.

muse preference (angst, fluff + smut). generally i’m best with angst. my fluff needs to be flavored as hurt/comfort or have some sort of direction or i get bored/disinterested. i usually need some sort of direction for most threads as i’m not great with purely introspection/philosophizing without some plot movement or action. i actually think i’m pretty good with action scenes (as in fighting/sparring/etc). i’m ok with writing smut! you are welcome to approach me for it but i do prefer to have an established rel prior to exploring it.

plots or memes. both!! memes are good for jumping off/starting interactions/testing the waters but i do need some substance with it so i prefer that if you send a meme, to please message me afterwards if you’d like to expand. i lose interest on just back and forth memes without a plot.

are you like your muse. a few but not many. i put bits and pieces of myself in my muses. i don’t think any of my muses are a whole lot like me — canon and oc included.

tagged by. @ninkaku (ty!!)

tagging. you my friend who is reading this :)

[malsfefanfics]

Gently asking for Sylvain/FByleth🤲✨

Apologies for the slight angst I cannot seem to escape it.

She'd lost track of how many times she'd talked through these halls. The clack of her boot heels against the stone. Sometimes the weight of the Archbishop's robes weighed heavily on her shoulders. Other times, it was a crown that pricked at her brow sharper than thorns. This was the first time in a while in which it was only her own clothes. The same ashen garb she'd adorned the very first time she stepped foot in the monastery.

And over and over again, she found herself drawn to his side.

Today, he stood on the bridge leading up to the chapel, looking up at the sky. The wind lightly tussling his hair. He'd grown it out a little, and partly tied it back with a deep blue ribbon. He'd only done this once before. It was nice to see it again.

"Can't sleep?" she asked.

Sylvain looked away from the stars, practically beaming as Byleth came to stand beside him. "Just admiring the night sky. It feels strange thinking how these are the same stars they probably saw during the War of Heroes. Never changing. Yet, we keep moving forward."

Byleth tried not to wince. Sylvain wasn't exactly wrong. All their friends, if they survived the war, moved forward with their lives. This time, Mercedes and Ashe were travelling to Almyra. Ingrid was busy managing Galatea territory. They rarely got a moment's reprise. She glanced at her beloved's sword, and her stomach twisted as she saw the familiar Crest of a man now no longer with them. Sylvain didn't leave his room for a month after that battle.

Hesitantly, she reached out, taking his hand and lacing their fingers together.

"If you could do it all over again, would you? Rather than forwards, go back?"

Sylvain stared at her. "What brought this on?"

"Just wondering. That's all."

He pondered this for a moment, before letting go of her hand and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Nah. I don't think so. We can't change the past, so why dwell on it?"

You can't change the past, she thought. I can. I could have saved him. Saved them. I could have done something different. Run to him first. But instead, I-

"There's nothing you would change, if given the chance?"

He shrugged. "I mean, yeah, there are some things I'd change if I could. But only if I knew it wouldn't affect one thing."

"Which is?"

"Us." Sylvain smiled, pressing a kiss to her temple. "You've been by my side, every step of the way. Every time I feel I'm about to fall, you always seem to catch me. I don't want to lose you."

"You won't. Ever."

"I hope not." He turned his eyes back up to the sky. “I don't usually believe in it, but...I think destiny wants us to be together, and you should never argue with destiny. Right?”

Destiny. Such a cruel way to describe it.

Yet Byleth found it fit too well.

[zestyzuguru]

•| Roleplay Guidelines |•

This is a general post of my triggers, preferences, my fandoms, pet peeces, etc. I'll update this throughout my time on Tumblr!!

Status: Looking for partners

•| Rules |•

•Must be 18+. I myself am 20, anyone less that 18 makes me feel very uncomfortable.

•Must respect my triggers and anything I state as off limits. I promise they are very few.

•Communicate with me if you feel a lack of disinterest in the current plot or overall not feeling the roleplay.

•Understand that I work a full time job and I'm starting college very soon. Please do not pester me every day. I will communicate when I will take longer than 6 hours to respond. I swear!!

•I mostly want to rp on Discord private servers. If this isn't your ideal location, please let me know! I have 8+ experience and have rped everywhere, so I'm sure we can work something out.

•Please have good Grammar/Punctuation. I'm not a grammar Nazi, and I can take a lot of spelling errors or mistyped sentences. But Punctuation is the most important to me.

•NO MARY SUES PLEAAASE

•| Style |•

-3rd person POV

-3 paragraph minimum per response

-Proper Punctuations

-Proper Grammar.

•| Preferences |•

•I mainly do MxM, I'm comfortable doing MxM, but I am more than happy to do MxF or MxNB

•I love OOC chat! If it's just minimum plot talks or head canon sharing and mutual hobby talk, I love it!!

•I like smut. I like fluff, I like angst, I love darker themes. I will do anything and all, and I love roleplays with a mixture of everything in it.

•I'm very very picky on OCs, so please be warned that I may not except an OCxCC or OCxOC.

•I find double ups confusing and more time consuming than I can focus on.

•I always have some plots or general ideas, but I really love building a plot with a partner. I love the creativity we can share, and I feel both parties become engaged.

•| Fandoms |•

Highlighted Fandoms are my hyper fixations. Each fandom is usually followed by characters I like to play/characters I have experience doing. In no specific order:

Jujutsu Kaisen

-Satoru

-Megumi

-Yuji

-Choso

Red Dead Redemption

-John

-Arthur

-Dutch

-Hosea

-Mary-beth

My Hero Academia

-Kirishima

-Bakugo

-Hawks

-Dabi

91 Days

-Nero

Attack On Titan

-Jean

-Eren

-Levi

Fire Emblem Three Houses

-Sylvain (I love him sm)

-Dimitri

Legend of Zelda

-Link

-Zelda

-Sidon

If you made it this far and you're interested, reach out!!

[velvetcatch]

Hihi. I am twenty and I go by any pronouns. I’m seeking for partners with the same interests and potential plots we can evolve and play out upon! My timezone is EST just to let you know.

To quickly summarize right off the bat: I will be declaring my musts, preferences, and fandoms I enjoy.

— age preference: I want my partner in the range of 18 and older.

— writing styles/literacy: I would consider myself to be a literate to adv in terms of writing and can also write semi-lit. I’m capable of writing responses of 1-7 paragraphs, it all depends on how detailed my partner responses are. Besides quantity, quality is what counts to me. I’m open for those who can write several paragraphs and those who write at least a paragraph.

— pairings: All pairings are fine with me, I can play against and with any gender. I’m only open to canon x canon for the time being.

Next, these are the genres I would love to focus on, though they are only preferred. These are just my favorites which can help in terms of creating our plot.

GENERES / THEMES

• fantasy

• medieval (i can do modern!)

• romance

• angst/drama

• supernatural

• action

• thriller/horror

FANDOMS (and muses)

•Persona 5 (Ren/Akira, Goro, Ryuji, Ann)

•Persona 4 (Yu, Yosuke, Chie, Kanji, and Yukiko)

•Ensemble Stars (Rinne, HIMERU, Niki, Mayoi, Tatsumi, and Adonis)

•Fire Emblem Three Houses (Byleth, Dimitri, and Sylvain)

Please interact or simply dm to play something out. I prefer moving to discord, ilovemeiko, is my user.