+ immortal characters x reader musing for anon. I deleted the ask by mistake.
They are old, inhumanily old. They can count on one hand how many other are the same age or older than themselves. Nations have raisen, fallen, and forgotten to the sands of time right before them. Ancient languages still thrive on their tongues. The knowledge they hold shall continue to fill libraries for centuries to come.
♡ Needless to say, age gaps within relationships no longer bother them. How can something unavoidable bother them? Anyone who they will love is simply human. They chose to focus on trying to spend as much time with you as possible.
♡ Zhongli, Alucard, Seteth, Kokushibo, England
✿ They hate falling in love. You will grow old and die. You will leave their side, and there is nothing they can do about it. Once you are gone, how long will your laugh haunt them? How long will they see you out of the corner of their eyes? Dreams will be torturous for decades to come.
But oh... they can't help it. You are a light they are powerless against.
✿ Xiao, Scaramouche/Wander, Flayn, Akaza, Prussia, Japan
✧ They see finding new love as a beautiful new adventure. Your love will be a story they will be carried within their stories for centuries to come. As time flies by, humans will see you as an old folklore, a love story to stand the test of time.
But they know you were real and that they loved you deeply.
✧ Tiki, Venti, Neuvillette, S.italy, France, China
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Summary: How Edelgard, Hubert, Seteth, Hanneman, and Rhea react to having an easily flustered lover.
༓Edelgard von Hresvelg
She doesn’t mind. It’s just how you are. But Edelgard is a very cool and reliable woman, and so used to taking responsibility that she doesn’t typically realize what she has said or done until you blush, making her flustered in return. A few examples are when you were hurt and she effortlessly lifted you in bridal style or when she shielded you with her body, trapping and pinning you against the wall.
༓Hubert von Vestra
If he is being honest Hubert finds it so amusing that he actively tries to see you become flustered, a devilish smirk on his face whenever he does it. He doesn’t get too flustered by things or not as easily as you do. However, the things he will do to get a reaction out of you is bushing his hand or fingers against your skin that’s so faint it is a ghostly touch, leaving goosebumps behind. Or kisses he promised to give you but makes you work for it instead with a smirk.
༓Seteth
He doesn’t get nearly as flustered as Edelgard or Hanneman although depending on how intimate the situation is between the two of you will make him blush. But there is something so cute with how you react that it makes him subconsciously more flirtatious, more heart-racing behavior. Stolen moments are hidden away in a dark corner of the room to not get caught by others as he sneaks kisses, touches, and low whispers against your ears. Each reaction makes him chuckle in response.
༓Hanneman von Essar
Unless told why your face is often blushing it will take him a while because Hanneman can’t see someone getting flustered over his dorky self. Although if told or once he realizes it, he’ll blush as well especially if you are the one who told him. Hanneman almost feels like an awkward schoolboy who trips over his words when you respond to his actions. He is too much of a gentleman to attempt to make you react like this on purpose.
༓Rhea
Likewise to Seteth and Hubert, she finds it quite adorable. She loves your reactions so much that compared to the others, she is more aggressive, actively trying to make you a mess. Soft touches on your skin that are followed by kisses or blowing air against your ears. One favorite of Rhea’s is kissing you after she or you had something sweet to eat, it makes her almost want to eat you, making her lick your lips a little. Anyone would be shocked to see her behavior but if anyone was to comment on it, the only reply from Rhea is a closed-eye smile because it’s nearly impossible to fluster her.
I made a post way early in my blog about how certain fe3h characters would be better if they weren't so dedicated to a single other person or ideal.
for example; Seteth and Flayn are wonderful people, with unique personalities and a well-developed design and backstory.
At several points in the story, regardless of route, you can even see Seteth question some of Rhea's actions and decisions....and it left me longing for a story in which I could fight alongside the Empire but maintain a bond with my beloved saints. (I'm sorry I really just don't like the archbishop leave me be lmao). Plus she kinda loses her mind during CF too, and I'm positive they'd catch on and be concerned.
Anyway so this story is gonna take place at some point along Crimson Flower, and Reader is meant to be the former professor of the Black Eagles. Whether it's Byleth or a self-insert, that's for you to decide, anyway enough rambling let's goooo
1.6k words, angst galore
first person SetethxReader(Byleth?) Alois also makes an appearance
warnings: Literal warzone in the beginning. Reader is shot (with arrows). not sure if it counts as a warning but I used the term "saints" and "goddess" in the context where we usually would say "god" since it seemed fitting lol
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I sent off the last messenger hawk, watching it fly over the horizon and out of sight.
Communication and negotiations have gone surprisingly well so far, and the Church has agreed to meet up and talk. Edelgard and I agreed that talking it out would be a good first step to avoid more bloodshed, but just in case they had other plans, we would be bringing an army with us.
The day we set for negotiating finally arrived, and we rode up to Magdred in droves. Seemed they had the same idea, as an entire army stood behind Seteth, sat nobly on his wyvern's back.
I stepped off my horse, leaving my sword with it. The only movement in the field was between the high priest and myself, slowly walking toward one another. It was eerily silent, the wind whistling through the trees hushing every other sound.
We finally met in the center of the field, and I parted my lips to speak. "Seteth. I-"
I froze, my ears perking up just in time to pick up an all-too-familiar sound. I knew what it was, but I couldn't react fast enough.
SHNK.
SHNK.
SHNK.
All at once, before I could even move, three arrows found their place deep within my chest.
My heart pounded in my ears. I stared at Seteth, shock, fear, and betrayal rampant in my expression. I was unarmed. I was there to talk. Why did they...? But his eyes seemed to share the same feelings. It...didn't make sense.
Everything was silent, all sides too taken aback to even realize what happened.
My stance swayed, I staggered for a second, then I fell, the metal pieces of my armor clanking as they met the dirt.
Hell broke loose once my head hit the ground. I heard roars from both sides as each army advanced, enveloping the field in violent noise that had been silent mere moments ago.
Someone grabbed me. I...I couldn't tell who. My eyes wouldn't focus, my body felt cold. I was pulled into a protected embrace, and a distant voice echoed in my ears as the warmth of rushed, desperate healing spells washed over me.
"Y/N! Y/N, listen to me! Keep your eyes open! I need you to stay awake, please! Hold on!"
Saints above, everything ached when my eyes opened again. My pained groan alerted the guardian at my side, Alois, who looked like he hadn't slept in days. A shaken gasp made way for a relieved sigh and a tired smile, and I could tell it took a lot of internal force for him not to hug me.
A proper look around made me realize I was in the infirmary back at Garreg Mach, and three bloodied patches of bandage stretched across my torso. Ouch. Manuela knelt by a different cot, no doubt tending to another casualty from the fight.
"I...I don't remember much. I walked up to talk, and I heard the arrows...then...?"
Alois sighed. "Yeah. We had to retreat afterward, but so did they. We're...still trying to figure things out." As if he sensed the rising panic in my mind, he immediately followed, "your class is fine. Edelgard took the lead after you fell." I nodded, relief overtaking the stabbing pain in my chest. They weren't my students anymore, but I still call them 'my kids' now and again. He smiled weakly. "...just like you to be worried about your allies despite your own injuries."
I chuckled, but the moment was brief, and I clutched my chest. The rumble of laughter just shot the pain through me. With a sigh and a stretch, I pulled myself to sit up, getting a better look at the room. As expected, there wasn't a single empty cot in the room, and my heart ached for the wounded. My eyes scanned the room then froze as my gaze set on a guest, sitting in a chair near the door. His emerald eyes locked with mine, and a sneer pulled at my lips. His name fell from my mouth like acid, as if I spat a curse between the syllables.
"Seteth."
He almost flinched at my voice, looking away with so many emotions behind his eyes. Alois put a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Ease up, kid... he's the reason you're still breathing..." I paused. The...reason? No, that couldn't be right. "...he shielded your body with his own back, Y/N. Didn't dare leave your side til the battle ended, and after the fact, he carried you here himself."
So the arms I felt before I passed out...the relief of my injuries on the field...that was...him? I scoffed. "That can't be right..."
I looked back at the holy man, who had stood up and begun to approach. Now that I got a better look at him, he was completely different than how he once held himself. Tired circles lined his eyes, and his usually perfectly styled hair lay askew. His gilded headband was gone, and after a moment's realization, so too were his priestly robes, replaced by one of Hanneman's suits. Unable to help myself, I grinned. "Oh Saints, you look terrible. You a hostage now or something? Did we capture you?" I knew it was petty and childish, but Goddess, it felt good to get back at him in some way. Watching his cheeks redden at the comment made it even better.
He sighed, familiar frustration returning to his tone. "Y/N, the answer to this predicament is simple, you need only to listen." He took a breath, crossing his arms. "I have elected to resign from my position as Rhea's right hand."
...What?
He took a deep breath. "After careful consideration, I determined it would be safer for Flayn and me to make some...adjustments." he sighed. "If you truly are the goddess incarnate as Rhea said, then I have not yet abandoned my faith, but even if you are not, then I will not stray. I...I fear Rhea has...lost herself, in her efforts to overcome this. She is not who she once was, and I feel strongly that she no longer possesses the same values she once held."
I could only laugh, if only at the irony of the situation. "You've suddenly switched sides, and ever so conveniently now that we've got the upper hand. Siding with the victors, I see....can't say I blame you."
He frowned. "Beyond that, the battle that unfolded those days ago was the last time I was going to tolerate her going behind my back." At my confusion, he continued. "I questioned the archers after the fight, specifically the three who fired at you. I had given them explicit instruction not to make a move unless the Empire struck first. We had arranged that meeting out of mutual trust, and I had full intent of respecting that."
That made me frown more. "So then, why did they-?"
He sighed. "Rhea apparently pulled them aside before we left. She told them that you would be conniving and that you would attack me when my guard was down. She told them that once you were in range, they were to fire. Those directions were not known to me until I had practically interrogated them after the battle."
He shook his head. "My negligence caused you grave injury, and I felt...fully responsible for that. At this point I can only beg your forgiveness."
I was quiet for a long while, trying to process his words. "...You and I have stood as enemies for the last five years. Why weren't you just grateful for my downfall?"
"....because...we didn't...I..." he paused, trying to find the words. "I never wanted to be your enemy. But...I was blinded by my obedience to the Archbishop, and my dedication to Seiros. I never wanted this to happen. Flayn has been more at risk in these last five years than she ever was in years past, and the sooner we can conclude this war, the better it will be for us.
I sighed. Of course it was about her. Its always her when it comes to his concerns.
"But...more than that..."
I paused. There's more?
"I am well aware that there are no excuses...but I'd like to explain why I acted how I did." He sighed. "I've seen you fight for years now, watching you lead hundreds of battles to victory. Each and every time, you looked...ethereal, almost divine....untouchable. Somehow, in your incredible strength, your elegant visage, it left my mind that you could get hurt." He frowned. "I'm sure it sounds ridiculous now, but...that was it. And...the moment I saw the arrows pierce your flesh, it felt like the rest of the world disappeared. The realization, that...you could get hurt...that...that you could...die? I just...I don't know. I couldn't....I didn't want to face the possibility of a world without you in it."
He took a deep breath.
"Y/N. That scare made me realize something I should have seen long ago...and that I wish I could have pursued at a better time. But...the truth is...it is that I love you, Y/N."
I sat silent, shocked at every word as I stared up at the fallen priest. What? After everything that unfolded, after all that happened...so much going on...this is what he has to say? I didn't even know where to begin.
My face shifted, void of any feelings, any possible thought. A cold scowl hid my confusion and frustration.
"Get out."
He paused, opening his mouth to speak, but I held up a hand to interject.
"This...really isn't a good time for something like this. Please...just go."
Seteth stared at me, so many thoughts behind his now glossy eyes, so many words under a bitten tongue, but he nodded wordlessly and excused himself from the infirmary. Alois gently put a hand on my arm, but I brushed him away and laid back down. "Not now...please." i let out a shaky breath that I didn't realize I had been holding, and hugged myself as I tried to still my racing mind and heart.
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Aaaaaaaa that went so much longer than I expected but I hope you guys liked it! Let me know if a part 2 interests anyone! Aaaaa i love writing :]
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Request: Seteth having a crush on you? Take your time! ^^
Requested by Anonymous
Word Count: 365
Seteth would not be very open about his feelings for you. Nobody would know about them. Even Seteth tries to deny that his feelings exist.
He would only seek you out if he had some sort of business to work through with you. He wouldn't allow his personal feelings to get in the way of his job.
Seteth would often find his gaze being pulled to you. His work is more important than these feelings he denies. If he found himself being distracted by you, he would start to avoid you.
After a while, Seteth would not be able to deny his feelings anymore. This wouldn't change the way Seteth interacted with you, but he wouldn't berate himself for looking your way.
Flayn would be the first to notice Seteth's feelings toward you. She would ask her father about you. If he wanted to date you and other questions like that. Seteth would not answer any of her questions and would tell her to never bring up the subject again.
Flayn would want her father to try for love again. Instead, she would push you to interact more with Seteth.
Seteth would enjoy this extra time with you. However, he would find it increasingly hard to keep his emotions in check and have a professional relationship with you. They would cause him to push you away.
This distance causes Seteth to become very upset. He cherished spending time with you, and losing that contact makes him miss you. Seteth wouldn't be happy about pushing you away, but he thought it would be for the best to do so.
Seteth would eventually reach out to you. He would want to get to know you better, which would only cause his feelings to grow stronger.
Seteth wouldn't be very open about his feelings for you. He would have a hard time accepting that he has feelings for you because he often finds himself thinking about his wife and is hesitant to say that he has moved on from her. In the end, he accepts his feelings and decides to act on them. Things would start off very slow, but eventually, you would know his feelings for you.
Hi! I just found your blog and I love it! I was wondering if I could send you a seteth request! In which the female reader sprains her ankle, so he carries her back? I know he would worry even if it's just a little sprained ankle. And I'm just sure flayn sees them and is like yep she'll be my mother.
OMG hi! I'm so happy you enjoy my Seteth content! 🥺💙 Of course you can request this, Anon! I'm so happy to see more Seteth fans! Please request all the Seteth prompts that you have. I'll do headcanons because I never finish the full one shots I start, I hope that's okay... 😅
You sprained your ankle while you were training with your students, but you insisted on finishing the lesson and even stayed after they'd left to tidy up the training grounds.
It was there that Seteth caught a glimpse of you, awkwardly jumping around on one leg as you tried to finish your task.
The first thing he'd do is scold you, of course. Do you realise the example you are setting for your students, if you push yourself to work through an injury like that? Do you realise how much worse it can get if you delay seeking medical attention?
Not wanting to concede the point, you'd want to prove you're not actually hurt at all, and try to walk past him to leave after you've put the last wooden lance back in its place.
As soon as you put your full weight on your injured ankle, however, you'd predictably yelp in pain and then trip. Thankfully, Seteth has quick reflexes and is able to catch you.
It would be frankly embarrassing for him to reveal how many times he's wondered what holding you might feel like. Now that he knows, the memory of the moment will live rent-free in his mind.
Seeing that you're about to cry from the pain would make him feel bad, and refrain from scolding you further.
"Um, Seteth...?"
"You have my apologies. I was simply worried." He would say, breaking the eye contact and readjusting his grip on you to lift you off the ground. "I did not mean to stare."
Now it was your turn to be embarrassed. You were glad you couldn't see yourself, because you were certain you had to be blushing red an unnatural amount.
"That's fine." You'd awkardly tell him, avoiding eye contact in panic and holding tighter on to him as to not fall. "T-Thank you for helping me."
"It's nothing." He'd say as he starts to walk, just as awkwardly and stiffly, still trying not to let it show that he feels any sort of way about the situation. "Let's go. It... it won't take long."
Flayn could not help but to giggle at the sight of both your awfully embarrassed faces as Seteth walks into the infirmary with you. The sheer delight in both her and Manuela's faces lets Seteth know that he's doomed — he will never know peace again.
They'd both insist that he stays after he's carefully helped you sit on a stretcher. He'd agree, under the pretext that he'd like to make sure you'll see the whole intervention through.
Once you're both alone again —Flayn and Manuela would make sure that you are— Seteth would offer a more genuine, heartfelt apology for making such a big deal of the whole thing.
There were few things you enjoyed more than having Seteth fret over you. But if it made him actually feel bad, then it was no longer fun.
You'd take his hand and tell him that you all know he only does it because he cares. Frankly, that was all that he needed to hear.
He'd show you the most sincere, soft smile that you'd seen from him yet.
You would be tempted to ask him to lean down so you could kiss him then and there, but before you had the chance, he'd be stiffening up again, and giving some excuse to quickly make his leave.
"Not today", Flayn and Manuela would frown in disappointment from their hiding place. But surely, soon? We can all only hope it will be the case 🤭
