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I’m sorry for the wait, but here she is! I’m very happy to be able to write with her, so thank you very much for this;; ♡

Sleep

♡ Florina generally likes to sleep on soft surfaces! When she was little, she once said that sleeping on a cloud was her dream, and although she doesn’t want to admit it, she still kind of wonders what it would be like… Usually, she falls asleep rather slowly, but it tends to be a bit easier if there are other people present in the room. There’s something about the sound of someone else breathing that makes her feel a bit more relaxed, probably due to memories of sleeping with her sister when she was smaller.

Likes/Dislikes

♡ When it comes to her likes, there’re many things! There’s her pegasus Huey, her family and friends, being useful, flying through the sky, and eating yummy food, just to name a few! Recently, though, she’s come to enjoy gardening, especially when it comes to taking care of flowers and such. They’re really pretty when they bloom, so Florina works her hardest to make sure they thrive! She also likes growing edible plants too - tasty hard-work is pretty great, after all!

♡ You know when you’re flying through the sky on a pegasus? And you’re going really fast and the wind whizzes past you and it feels so refreshing? And then you open your mouth to shout something to the person flying near you - and, really, you have to shout because how else are they going to hear you with all this wind? But as soon as you do, a bug flies directly into your mouth? That’s what she dislikes. Immensely so.

Sad

The prompt was: Cecilia with a self-doubting S/O

“I was waiting for you, now you're here” - Waiting For You

♡ Cecilia is, generally, a comforting presence. With a naturally calming aura and a soothing voice, she has an innate skill that she's rather proud of, especially since the effects of it are often seen in her teaching career.

♡ She’s very good at talking you through things, gently pushing and prodding until you realize that, hey, things aren’t always quite the way they seem at first. Cecilia’s practically a master at getting you to look at yourself a bit more positively.

♡ Also, she’s very stubborn - she’ll demonstrate her love for you all the time and always strongly! Whether it be small gifts, meaningful touches, spoken words or even little notes just for you, it’s impossible to deny that she cares for you. Even if you don’t believe it the first time, she’ll say that she loves you as many times as it takes for you to understand that she really, truly does.

♡ Since she’s most proficient in magic, it makes sense that she’d try to teach you at least a little. From how to send sparks flying from your fingertips or small gusts of wind at a candle to blow it all, if she thinks it could be slightly useful to you, she’ll teach it! Nothing could be more joyful than the look on Cecilia’s face once you’ve improved with your own magic!

Valentine's Day has yielded... less favourable results than expected. You'd meant to give some chocolate to Dimitri - special chocolates, ones full of feelings and then you'd have confessed and it'd have been wonderful - but when the time had come you'd panicked and shoved the gift in his hands with an exclamation of "You're such a good friend!" before dashing out of there. Remembering it makes you groan - not only was that embarrassing, but you hadn't been able to say what you wanted to. You can't help but sigh in defeat. There's nothing left to do but continue on living like usual, sitting on your feelings instead of letting them be known as you'd like them to be...

Or, at least, that's what you expect will happen, but not even an hour into your usual routine, Dimitri makes an appearance. His mouth is turned into a slight frown as he approaches you. It makes you a little worried - is he sick or something? did you give him bad chocolate? - and he stops in front of you, saying your name.

"Yes?" you respond, meeting his eye. He notices and glances away, his cheeks a darkening shade of red.

"I..." he pauses. "I have something for you," he says, immediately routing through his pocket for whatever the item may be. You wait in silence as he searches.

Dimitri exhales loudly as he finally locates the item. "Here," he says, placing a small package into your hand. It's... chocolate, not unlike the ones you had gifted him yesterday. "You see, I... Well, yesterday you had said I was "a good friend," yes?" You nod, it's true that you had said so. "Yesterday, I realized that I'd... like to be more than friends, I think."

You blink at him. "You think?"

"No, I'm certain!" he exclaims, a bit louder than he'd intended it to be. He flushes an even deeper red once in embarrassment. "I am... certain that I'd like to be more than friends."

He's quite a sight, with the red of his cheeks, the slight nervousness in his smile, the way he won't quite look you in the eye. "Dimitri," you say.

"Y-yes?" he responds rather quickly, turning all of his focus to you.

"I think - well, no, I know - that I'd like to be more than friends with you as well," you say, sounding a fair bit steadier than you feel. On the inside, you're vibrating with excitement - is this really happening? Is there a happier feeling than this? If you did right now, you'd probably be okay with it.

Dimitri blinks at you, once, then twice, and then his mouth curves into a large smile. "Really?" he asks, the word coming out breathy as if he can't believe it.

"Really," you respond, almost breathless with how fast your heart is pounding. You smile back at him and, looking closely, you swear you can see a tear forming in his eye... You exclaim his name in concern - have you ever seen him cry? did you upset him, oh no - but he shakes his head.

"I'm happy," he murmurs, sniffling a little. "Really happy." You're suddenly struck with the urge to give him a hug and, despite your hesitance, you do. He makes a choked up noise, but his arms wrap around you in return.

Somehow, you manage to catch Sylvain during the day. With all the girls who've approached him and that he's approached, you hadn't thought there'd be time for you to give him your gift, but a good amount of luck allowed you to catch him.

The obvious choice was to invite him to tea - he had agreed very easily "What better way to spend my day than with someone so cute?" he had said, followed by one of his flirtatious winks - and now as you make small talk and sip tea, you're very frantically thinking of a way to give him your present that won't be awkward.

Unfortunately, nothing comes to mind and your teacup seems to get emptier and emptier. The conversation stalls and you figure that now is better than never. You sigh. 

"Am I really so boring?" Sylvain asks in mock offence at the sound, raising his cup with a gasp.

"No, it's just... Well, here." Instead of explaining, you retrieve the package of chocolate you'd so painstaking prepared by hand, placing it on the table between the both of you. He looks as if he's going to spit out his tea, but a moment later he swallows it, placing his cup back down rather gently.

"Chocolate? Would this be a confession?" he asks, tone light and playful as he takes the gift in hand, carefully looking at it.

"Maybe," you say.

"Maybe?" He laughs. "Then, I might say yes."

"Really?" Your eyes meet.

"Close your eyes, close your eyes!" Hilda demands playfully, so of course, you follow her instructions.

For a minute, nothing happens, and then there's the cold brush of something being brought against your neck and the warmth of her fingers. She fiddles with something before pulling away, the cold of metal remaining. "You can open them now!" she giggles as she comes back in front of you.

You look down at the item - a necklace, its chain holding a heart-shaped pendant. The pendant’s a pale pink jewel and cut so it shines as you turn it in your hand, allowing it to catch the light. The colour reminds you or something specific and you look up at Hilda. Her cheeks are flushed a rosy pink that matches her hair, but the colour of her eyes… Looking back down at the pendant, you can confirm it’s the same. 

Before you can even ask about it, she's already started to explain, rambling on with a small degree of nervousness. "I was going to do it myself but it was sooo much work, so I sent the design out to some professional artisans and stuff and I know that's not quite as great as me doing it myself but-"

"It's perfect," you interject and she looks slightly surprised. "I love it. I love you."

"Oh." A pause. "Oh!" Hilda smiles this time and grabs your hand. "That's perfect since I love you too! When you wear it you should think of me!"

You scoff. “I’ll think of you anyway, Hilda.”

Her smile turns into a smirk. “That’s because you loooove me, isn’t it?”

“I never said that-”

Despite the winter weather of Askr, Alfonse is standing outside. The cold and buffeting winds don't seem to be a bother to him as he sits in the sprinkling snow. You watch him for a while - from inside the castle, of course - and some part of you doesn't understand. Why would he be out there when it's so much warmer in here? And sure, he has his coat and gloves and things, but he even looks cold, and that's not a good thing.

You leave your window for a moment to go retrieve something, but when you come back, Alfonse had barely moved. If anything, that only helps you make sure of what must come next.

Shrugging on the coat you had just gotten, you exit the castle with two steaming mugs in hand. They're from the kitchen, a hot drink freshly made by your own hands. You can only hope that he'll accept it.

"Alfonse," you call out and the prince in question turns to face you, a confused look on his face.

"Why are you out here?" He asks after some hesitance, soft voice barely capable of being heard above the wind.

"I could ask you the same thing, you know." To that, he nods and doesn't press his question. As you stand beside him, you offer him a mug. "For you."

He pauses, sniffs the air, and a soft smile appears on his face. "Thank you," he says, graciously accepting the drink. His gloves are crusty with snow that begins to melt as it comes into contact with the cup. The water drips.

"Ah, summoner!" The call of your name makes you pause, and as you turn around, Marth's face comes into view. His face is flushed a light pink and he seems to be slightly out of breath. You pause, waiting for him to compose himself, and he smiles despite his exhaustion.

"Thank you… for waiting…" he manages to say between breaths. Still breathing heavily, he hands you the item in his possession. You take it, of course, turning it over in your hands. The package is a pale pink, wrapped tastefully with a few hearts decorating the outside.

"Marth, is this…?"

"Chocolate, yes." His breathing has calmed down, but Marth's face is still redder than usual. "It may be rather forward of me, but…"

"Thank you," you find yourself replying. You can't help your smile, so you allow yourself to do so. "You're a wonderful friend."

Despite your expectations, Marth frowns. "I… don't think you understand," he says gently despite the gravity of emotions being shown on his face.

"I don't?" you ask. He shakes his head and takes in a deep breath with more purpose than his panting from before. He exhales. It looks as if he's preparing himself, but for what…?

"I," he says. "I am…" Marth pauses, sighs and starts again. "I'm in love with you, summoner. Would you accept my feelings?"

You hand Grima the chocolates with little fanfare. "What is this?" they ask you, carefully appraising the small package.

"Chocolate," you reply. "For the Day of Devotion." Your explanation is short and simple, but that's okay because you're nervous and after working up the courage to give them anything at all your spare bravery is virtually gone.

Grima stops their careful checking, glancing up at you instead. "The Day of Devotion? So you really are devoted to me, mortal." They smirk, teeth flashing behind the curve of their mouth.

It's a weird kind of smile, but based on what you've seen before, this one is due to something along the lines of pride. You droop a little. Grima doesn't seem to understand the implications of such a gift and you aren't sure if you should explain or just let it go or maybe-

"You have my gratitude," they say, interrupting you from your worries.

"Ah! Of course! I… have to get going now, there's other people I need to give chocolate to!" With that, you attempt to make a speedy escape to save yourself from this unfavourable situation.

Grima watches you leave. "If only the rest of my servants were as dutiful as you," they murmur as their smile gradually turns softer.  They feel content.

I enjoyed writing this more than I thought I would? Please enjoy!!! ♡

Xander hobbies/quirks

♡ Part of his job - most of it, actually - is dealing with paperwork. It’s dreadfully tedious, but he’s mostly used to it by now. Xander owns a ridiculous amount of pens because he always seems to lose them. If it’s not one of his siblings borrowing them off of his desk, sometimes they disappear for hours and he finds them in his shoes, tucked behind his ear, in his sleeves, strange places, really. Since he gets up often while he works, he tends to store writing utensils wherever seems most useful at the moment - which often leads to him forgetting about doing this and finding five of them on him when he’s all done work for the day.

♡ Xander very much enjoys spending time with the horses, he finds it to be rather relaxing! He knows the names of each one at the castle and tries to find the time to brush and take care of all of them when he can!

old age/ageing

♡ As he gets older, more and more systems are implemented so he eventually has less and less work to do. This leaves him confused for quite a while - what does one do with free time? - but with the help of his retainers and his family, he gradually finds more hobbies and generally enjoys himself more. He can’t do as much as he used to, but he no longer wants to. His country is prospering, his family is thriving, and he’s slowly doing better himself.

!!! Lovely!

♡ Ferdinand? Loves holding hands? Of course he does! Nobles have their custom, of course, but he absolutely adores touching. It’s very romantic, for him, to feel the body heat of the one he loves, to have them feel it back… If he thinks about it too intensely he might swoon, but that’s only because the idea holds so much appeal to him. And, if he and his lover held hands in front of all the other nobles, where doing so is seen to be a bit scandalous? Well, he’d do it anyway! and his face would burn from the embarrassment, of course, but for this kind of thing, it’s okay.

Predictability is a-okay! Much love to you anon, please enjoy these! ♡

Cooking with Lon’qu

♡ This man isn’t the best potato peeler in the army for nothing - he’s actually rather handy in the kitchen! Lon’qu’s cooking abilities mainly involve things that are simple and good tasting, potatoes and soup, for example. In order to train and do better, you need energy, so his cooking is geared towards things that provide just that. That being said, he isn’t as fancy as he could be, and he often spices things rather mildly, so his cooking is hit or miss for most people.

♡ As for enjoying cooking, he’d probably say he does, to some degree. Many cooking skills can easily be applied to battle, so it’s almost another form of training! Of course, actually training is endlessly more effective, so he’d rather be doing that than spending time in the kitchen;;

Claude

♡ Claude isn’t too bad when it comes to cooking. As someone who mixes elixirs for fun, whipping up tastier things is also a valid pastime! After all - the way to the heart is through the stomach, and if Claude can take advantage of this, he will. Claude’s cooking skills are at their best when he’s making the food from his youth since most of his culinary teachings are from the maids who had taken care of him at some point. The taste of those dishes are very special to him, so he takes care not to change anything about them. Additionally, if someone were to teach him a recipe, he’d be able to recreate it later with minimal differences. When it comes to those things, the results are always very good!

♡ But, when there aren’t any guidelines, he’s more of an inventive chef! Generally, Claude starts with a recipe that he’s found, then adjusts it to whatever kind of taste he’s feeling. Whether that means adding three times as much sugar or using potatoes instead of carrots, anything’s fair game! Sometimes, he’ll even add some of his concoctions into the mix - usually the harmless ones, but sometimes mistakes are made;; Eating Claude’s food is always an experience, that’s for sure!

Takumi

♡ He doesn’t actually have too much kitchen experience, what with being a prince and all. In the past, he’d helped Hinoka make all sorts of things with varying results, had the job of cutting vegetables while Ryoma made soups and stews, and he’s helped Sakura with baking as well, though that always ended up better than whatever Hinoka had been trying. He has good memories of cooking with his family, even if it’s been a long time since then.

For sure!!

♡ Lysithea tends to get really into her work sometimes - that is, if sometimes means pretty much 90% of the time. She’s awoken on top of an open book far too often, but it’s a hard habit to break... It’s easy to tell if she spent the night working by the imprints of pages and book-spines left on her face, although it’d be wise not to mention them to her - getting called out for sleeping in the library again embarrasses her, so she might make you pay...

♡ Generally, she’s a late-to-bed early-to-rise kind of person. This means Lysithea doesn’t tend to get a lot of sleep, but that’s usually okay since she’s mostly used to it by now. Seeing her sleep-deprived isn't a common sight since she does have at least a little care for her health. If she’s purposely having a late-night, she usually prepares a platter of treats in advance, just to keep the sugar flowing. These kinds of nights are rare in that she has something she normally wouldn't ever touch - coffee - beside her just in case she eats too quickly and runs out before she’s finished all her work.

Bro I really felt these… I love this mannnn 

Symbol-headcanon requests are open!

♡ He likes the time of day when the sun’s just starting to set, when the sky turns just the right colour and everything’s bathed in those final rays of light. When he can find the time, watching the sun set and the moon rise is something he likes to do. Unfortunately, he very much dislikes bugs, so even when he can enjoy the sight, it’s often ruined by pesky mosquitos and other things. He’s really bad about not itching his bites, so they usually last for a few painful weeks.

♡ If he hears good music, he really can’t help himself - the urge to dance is much too strong! He can usually get by if he hums along, tapping his fingers to the beat, but when he’s really feeling it, he starts dancing almost unconsciously. The flow of the sound combined with the movements of his body… If that kind of thing had a taste, it’d probably be the stuff clouds are made of - impossibly sweet but light and fluffy and altogether wonderful! He tends to get swept away in moments like these because they’re special - he’s not too good with instruments, so it’s not just something he can recreate when he wants to. He has to enjoy them while he can! 

♡ He doesn’t really like bitter things. He takes his tea with a little more sugar than most people, likes to eat desserts whenever possible, avoids coffee unless it has tons of cream in it and is the first to suggest eating something sweet after something negative happens. He finds it to be especially good when he’s in need of something to boost his mood!! Bitter things, on the other hand, just aren’t as good. There’s nothing wrong with them, really, but they just aren’t sweet and that really all there is to it.