#fe x reader

Falling in love with Ephraim is as natural as breathing. You have been doing this for the longest time, when you were kids, and you were assigned Eirika’s health, but ended up patching up her twin more than half the time you should have spent with her.

That’s how you discovered Ephraim’s personality, wound by wound. A teen striving for freedom, but with an unquenching need to protect, head on his shoulders, knowing his duties come before any desires.

A love you thought was unrequited that grew during war and blossomed at the end, when the heart carried less burden, and he could only focus on you.

You saw zombies, devils, and giant spiders. You found yourself healing wounds no textbook had ever mentioned-

“Dear, don’t say a word.” But seeing Ephraim with fluffy ears and a tiger tail to match, walking down the main hall with the mixture of the confidence of a king and the shame of a kid getting caught stealing, was a sight you would never be able to imagine.

You lift your hand in defeat at his words, teeth biting your lower lip to suppress the smile fighting to break free.

“Do-” He stood in front of you, green eyes suddenly softer, voice a mere murmur, “Do you think you can make these disappear?” Fluffy pointy ears lowering.

“Why? I bet your new look will be loved by the population. A new fashion icon.”

You hear him mumble your name, as if scolding you, but you do not care, as your eyes are already fixed on his fluffy ears, twitching at every sound.

“Don’t joke, dear. The situation is dire.” You feel his tail wrapping around your waist, pushing your body closer to his.

You have to admit you don’t see anything dire; if anything, you just found him cuter.

“Is the makeup a new look or is it permanent-”

Again, his green eyes cloud at your words. “I think you are enjoying this situation a bit too much.”

“...Can I call you tiger from now on?” This time Ephraim laughed with you.

Ephraim's behaviour didn’t change much; if anything, his emotions became more evident as he couldn’t cover the instinctual behaviour of his tail or ears, but he was never one to hide his feelings, always honest with his sentiments.

Oh, his snores became louder. Maybe that was the only real problem with this new transformation.

While your husband spends his time training, noticing the newfound strength this curse granted him, you spend your time searching for a magic to turn him back to normal, because, no matter how adorable Ephraim is, he really can’t be taken seriously like that.

And it’s during one of those evenings that you hear his voice calling for you.

“I know it’s bedtime, but this paragraph may help you out-” You hear his steps coming closer, the heel of his boots clicking on the pavement of your centuries-old library. “I even asked L’Arachel for help- Don’t worry! I didn’t say you were the one who got cursed, I know how she becomes-”

You don’t turn around, but his steps still. You can feel him behind you, not a word escaping his lips, but you can hear his heavy breath. “I think I’m gonna ask Lute for help next-”

You yelp. His strong hands lift and turn you around. That’s when you notice something is different. Green irises overshadowed by his wide pupils, sweat rolling down his cheeks. “I could smell you from the training ground-” He gasps, and a shiver runs down your spine.

The training grounds are so far that they could be considered in another town.

“I need you.” Ephraim states, his voice not trembling, not asking. Just taking, as his lips found yours in what seems more a battle than a passionate kiss.

“Ephraim, are you sure-”

“Please.” You feel him beg on your lips, his hands fondling your skin beneath the thin housegown you’re wearing.

“Okay.” You moan into his mouth, the keyword that snapped the last string of self-control Ephraim had.

He turns you around, manhandling you, reminding you how training in the art of the lance and wars sculpted his body. Your body naturally pushes against him, while your hands search for his as they grip the end of your nightgown to lift it up, bunching it in his hands.

His nose caresses your neck, and you move your head to the side, giving yourself to him. You feel him breathing in your scent, before his sharper-than-normal canines bite into your soft skin; the gasp that leaves your mouth reverberates in the library walls.

“Ah- Ephraim!” His tongue drags over the teeth marks on your skin, his lips then sliding to the back of your neck. His warmth and heavy breath make you arch against his body, needing to be burned by his heat.

“Hands on the desk.” Ephraim growls, his tail now twirling around your thigh.

“Someone could walk by-” You gasp, as his hand gropes your chest, the thin layer of your housegown not providing any protection.  

“Shhh, nobody will. “ He whispers so close to your ears that pleasure makes you arch again against him. He takes your hands in his much bigger ones, making you grasp the end of your skirt before positioning them on the desk.  

“Good.” Ephraim kisses your cheek before sliding lower, getting on his knees in front of your bare back. “You smell divine.” You hear him chant as his scorching lips kiss down your spine. His hands aren’t on you anymore, and you miss them terribly immediately.

You look down with the corner of your eyes, and then you understand why of the sudden break; Ephraim removed his gloves.

And he doesn’t make you wait much more, hands on the fat of your ass, massaging and groping. You choke a moan, pleasure tickling your skin mostly due to the shame of feeling bliss by recognising your husband’s callouses pressing into your skin.

You feel his breath on your core, a growl that has very little of human in it, escaping his throat. Ephraim’s hands slide down to the apex of your thighs, long, thick fingers leaving indents on your skin as he keeps you in place.

I have not written for the BylethsTM yet, but I can certainly try!

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I would like to think that despite the similarities, both M!Byleth and F!Byleth have their own ways in response to affection. (It probably doesn't help that I hc their mannerisms to be similar to cats. An orange cat and black cat specifically lmaoo)

M!Byleth is not put off per say, but it is a pleasant surprise when you greet him with a gentle embrace and a kiss to the cheek. His expressions before he combines his power with Sothis were more often very blank and passive. Unless you're looking for them, there is very little change in his face. But his eyes crinkle slightly in the corners and there is a whisper of a smile on his face.

It's not that he isn't used to affection, especially when your arm is hooked with his as you both walk through the monastery. Jeralt did his best but since he had difficulties expressing his emotions, there may be moments where he stands there kind of awkwardly. Fortunately, he has his students for help (sometimes they try to distract him from the lesson, only to fail because he knows what they're trying to do.) From observing the kinds of gifts you like or the hobbies you partake in.

But post timeskip is where he really grows into loving your affection. You may even see a little bit of a blush on the tips of his ears. With emotions he's gotten used to, he soaks in your affections readily and happily. It is also quite sweet to see him begin to reciprocate the affections as well. It starts in small ways, from returning your embraces, to even holding your hands closer regardless of where you both are. He is very cute when he does this. Especially when he learns that physical touch is also his love language!

F!Byleth is similar to her counterpart that before the timeskip, she does not outwardly react as much to her partner's affectionate touches. But she relishes them all the same. Unlike M!Byleth, she is a little less awkward receiving said affection though! You'll notice that if it's something like an embrace, she will lean into it a little. You may find that she'll be looking for her partner to initiate something like that. She's a little more forward than M!Byleth.

With her s/o being very affectionate, she more often than not will initiate. Prepare to be overwhelmed with her own type of affection (which involves her being more in your personal space and even more so, having your hand in hers whenever possible too.) She may have a neutral expression on her face but she is a bit clingy. Post-timeskip, this grows. Considering the increase in dangerous situations, part of this stems from her wish to keep her s/o safe and sound, plus there is the added distraction from the conflict.

My stupid cat pressed send before i could finish LMAO i didn't get to write a "please if you can, I'd love to see you write this scenario with Dimitri and especially Hubert"

;;I do still write for fe3h!! And the hurt/comfort is chefs kiss

— Similar to Dedue’s fic, there are allusions to pregnancy/childbirth but also warnings of related difficulties surrounding it. (Dimitri almost fights a guy in his part)

Dedue's fic can be found here: x

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You had been put onto bedrest at the behest of the many midwives that had been instructed to tend to your care. Your labors had not been as kind to you as your husband had hoped. Neither had your pregnancy. Aches and pains from adjusting to the new life growing inside of you, to even not even being able to rise from bed. For a moment, there was a traitorous voice in his ear, cruelly whispering of your possible demise. Of potentially losing you and the child both, the labors too strenuous on your body. The timing not being right.

Until there was a shrill cry of a newborn, and your own shaking breaths as you were tended to. Many held their breaths through the night, as things still had not looked promising. Some even prayed, amongst the warm towels wiping the sweat from your brow, that the Goddess had mercy on your family. You had survived, it was nothing short of a miracle.

I haven't written for fire emblem in a while but so I hope I'm not rusty

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When you both were students, Claude had been unable to figure you out like he had with his other peers. At first, it had piqued his curiosity, as he didn't like to brag, but Claude would like to think that he could get a good read on people at least.

When he had offered you a chance to join him years later, he was much more surprised to learn of your unique personality. Many thought you were outright rude, even still, as you often kept to yourself. Conversations were most often one-sided, with you providing short answers or only nodding your head. Of course, Claude knew people would assume regardless on if you truly meant it or not.

They didn't see how your eyes lit up whenever he snuck you an extra serving of your favorite dish, nor how you cracked a bit of a smile when he set a swindling merchant on his way when they tried to scam you, only for the merchant to lose out on the deal in the end. A part of Claude couldn't help but feel a little proud that only he was privy to such things. Even so, the heir to the alliance knew that you didn't purposefully do things to seem standoffish.

But you had your moments of hidden kindness. If Leonie needed new wire to restring her bow, it would be conveniently left in a spot you knew she'd be in. If Ignatz needed paints that would've been harder to get due to the conflict, then somehow he had fresh pots of them.

Upon confrontation one day, you had all but fled the scene. Claude, of course, never knowing when to leave well enough alone, followed you. And the rest was history.

"Claude, stop it!" You hiss as he simply smiles knowingly at you. Onlookers watched in shock as he took you by hand to stand in the middle of the freshly restored hall. It was a celebratory scene, the alliance having won and whatnot. He had bowed before you, kissing your knuckles. All but announcing who you were to him without saying it out loud. A melodic sounding laugh leaves him, as he stands now, pulling you as close as propriety allows.

Strings of instruments are plucked, music begins again. Claude leads in the dance, despite your chagrin. Other couples begin to join, prompted by your unofficial lead.

Your heated face does not deter Claude's advances either. If anything, it goads him on, his watchful eyes careful as you follow him in a waltz. For once you're relieved your two left feet do not seem to make an appearance.

Of course, that’s quickly rectified when Claude, rather unceremoniously, dips you and presses a kiss to your lips in front of the other attendees.

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When it came to your silence, Dimitri understood it was more than you thought he would. When you’d sit on a nearby bench, or rather it could have been rubble for all he knew, you were not perturbed by his ramblings.

In a way, he almost thought it was a way to show him that, in your own way, you too saw him.

Once, he had seen you standing in the back of the group, as Hanneman went on his current lecture of magic and their relativity to crests. You were quietly taking notes, and your current table partner had all but given up at making any kind of conversation, as you simply stared, nodded or shook your head at any questions.

It was a small thing, how your solemnity spoke over your voice. Although he flushed at remembering Hanneman’s clipped tone when asking what the then Prince found so interesting that he was interrupting the lesson.

He had found a note in messy scrawl, first an apology, then the next, a small diagram of the lesson’s more complex equations. He’d seen you quickly leaving the scene, leaving him to ponder.

Now, years later, you were sitting beside him. Dimitri’s cold silence was a bitter thing. But you had remained. Something like guilt twists inside of him, but he cannot find the words to properly convey his feelings.

His mouth opens and closes, but no words come out. Instead, you take the first words.

“Annette made you these,” Your voice is a soft thing. Raspy almost, most likely from a lack of use. So quiet that if it was not just the two of you in this dilapidated chapel, he’d have to strain himself to hear it.

A bundled cloth is placed in his hands, he felt warmth, as he’d removed his gloves, while you got to work mending them. As he carefully untied it, he saw steaming bread rolls. Despite himself, hunger rumbled in his gut.

You make no sound that is laughter or derision. As you simply thread the needle to sew. You watch as he tears into the rolls, few bits of steam that make you blink in surprise more than anything.

The napkin is folded neatly when he’s done. As though he’s remembered himself being with present company. You trade him for newly mended gloves.

“Thank you,” He finally mumbles.

You only nod, placing the folded napkin in a bag that you had with you. The small box of needles and thread had been placed away there too. You’re all packed and ready to go.

But you don’t leave.

You don’t pull away when Dimitri’s fingers brush against yours either. A tap then two, as you both sit quietly. The moon is hidden by the clouds for a moment as you look up at the sky. Then your expression softens when the clouds finally clear up.

pairing: lysithea von ordelia x gn!reader

tags: silly & wholesome fluff, tsundere!lysithea (but also) soft girlfriend!lysithea, lysithea teased about her softness (by claude)

lysithea is a bit of a tsundere! she loves it when you are affectionate with her and praise her, but she also doesn't quite know how to reply or reciprocate those things, leading to her occasionally saying mean or awkward things in return–

you are always very sweet with lysithea and it honestly makes her heart melt! but she needs a little warning before you are affectionate with her or say anything nice!

especially if you manage to catch her off guard, like with a hug from behind that she didn't see coming, lysithea gets defensive and scolds you, all while blushing like crazy–

lyisthea knows you only have the purest intentions when you are nice to her, but she knows that some other people – like claude – will absolutely tease her about how lovey dovey you and her are! and she hates that!

in private, lysithea happily reciprocates any affection, cuddles with you, hugs you, kisses you… but in public, she keeps you at arms length, just to be safe

she'll even outshine you in affection when in private! if you praise her or compliment her for her intelligence or strength in battle, she'll get all soft with you, cup your cheeks and kiss your face, while telling you how grateful she is and how much she loves you!

pairing: cormag x gn!reader

tags: established romantic relationship, jealous boyfriend!cormag

cormag is a sweetheart, who just looks intimidating! at least until someone manages to make him jealous…

your boyfriend is already pretty protective of you, due to already having lost a loved one before. perhaps he even gets a bit overprotective because of that. but he'd rather be overprotective and keep you safe than to risk losing you!

cormag takes a while to warm up to your friends, but once he trusts them, he never revokes that trust! if they earn his trust, they also earn his respect!

it's mostly people who newly try to befriend you that cormag is suspicious about. he doesn't always think they want to just be friends with you…

your boyfriend always keeps an eye on you around new people, glaring at them as soon as they get too close to you! and if they ever get flirty, he shows up behind you and wraps an arm around you, giving them a friendly reminder that HE is your boyfriend!

pairing: colm x gn!reader

tags: established romantic relationship, wholesome fluff, worried/caring!colm, colm raising his voice (against others)

colm tries to be careful around you, but despite his good intentions, he sometimes forgets how easily you can be scared…

when frustrated, he's quick to raise his voice and curse someone, which always makes you flinch–

“damn it, those idiots did–” colm groans loudly, but the second he realizes you flinched at the noise, he stops talking

“a-ah, i'm sorry–!” colm's voice grows soft immediately and he gently cups your face, pressing a kiss onto your forehead. “it's not you i'm mad at! i could never be mad at you! it's just…”

colm sighs and gives up trying to excuse his behaviour. he feels terrible that he scared you, even if you're always quick to forgive him!

but he doesn't want you to be scared of him! especially when he would NEVER raise his voice against you…