#linhardt fluff

        you usually had to fight linhardt on a fair amount of things. going to class, eating meals at normal times, and training. but you never once had to tell him to get some sleep. on the other hand, that’s the one thing he would constantly pester you about. always telling you to get more sleep, go to bed, take a nap, etc. one particular evening, you found him in the black eagle’s homeroom surrounded by books and various academic papers on crests. 

        “ah, (y/n) you’re here! i just finished my report on my predictions of the future of crests. could you give it a read before i show it to professor byleth?”

         “sure lin, only if you promise to go get some dinner after. it’s already 10pm.” you scolded. he sighed in response.

         “fine…” you took a seat next to him and started to read his paper. you had read many of his papers in the past since you had always been close friends. most people got frustrated by his (what appeared to be) laziness but even after knowing him for about a week, you started to see him for who he really was. a peaceful intellectual who valued sleep over all else. you eyes scanned each page but all too quickly, you felt a weight on your shoulder and heard soft yet familiar snores. you rolled your eyes but could help to feel pretty affectionate for your drowsy friend. knowing how much he valued his sleep, you let him rest there, trying to shift so he’d be more comfortable. as you scooted around, you recalled a memory from when you first became friends with linhardt.

         “y’know, i hear you talking about sleeping a lot but i don’t think i’ve ever actually seen you asleep.”

         “oh… i feel a little weird sleeping around people i don’t know super well. i fall asleep during class pretty often but that’s because i trust the other black eagles greatly.” you smiled softly, admiring his trust in his classmates.

         “so i assume you falling asleep on my shoulder is a no go?” he chuckled in response.

         “not yet. that’s a whole other level of trust. can you imagine? what if i started snoring, or drooling, or sleep talking? i’d have to trust you with my life and more before i’d do that.”

         you couldn’t help but smile at the fond memory, but your stirring quickly woke up the sleepy lump on your shoulder. 

         “good morning sleepyhead.”

         “...i wanna sleep on the ground.” before you could question him anymore he was rolling onto the ground and pulling you with.

         “lin!” you screeched, “what the hell are you doing? just go to bed you weirdo!” you tried to be angry but couldn’t suppress your giggles. despite all of your protest, you ended up leaned against the wall with linhardt curled up in your lap. his soft snores soon resumed, and you took the time to observe his face. soft features adorned his face, looking so calm that you couldn’t stop the sleepiness from weighing down your eyelids too. as you began to doze off, you rustled your fingers through his hair, combing it and smoothing it out. his presence was warm, like sunshine on a summer day, making you feel safe and sound. before you knew it, you had drifted off as well.

***

         you woke up to voices. loud voices… and giggles. you pulled yourself out of your sleepy state only to see an array of students standing above you. once linhardt’s eyes were open, he shot up- face ablaze with embarrassment. he turned around, half into your shoulder and half into the wall, groaning. as embarrassed as you were as well, you couldn’t help but find linhardt’s sudden shyness adorable. 

         “good morning students.” you heard professor byleth announce as they walked into the classroom. “let’s set up for- (y/n)? what are you doing in our classroom? with linhardt…?” a chorus of ‘oohs’ erupted from the students. 

         “we’re so sorry professor, it won’t happen again- we promise!” you stumbled over your words, pulling yourself and linhardt up. byleth sighed.