#sylvain fluff

Felix

Felix will never turn down a request from his little sibling despite his endless complaints and annoyed sighs. He may make a stink over how it’s a ‘pain,’ but he won’t say no. 

He may not be the nicest, not emotionally expressive (aside from anger, determination, and rude words), and sometimes he’s downright just an ass. Both of you often ended up in arguments but he was always taking care of you secretly.

Expect your favourite cakes or small trinkets on your desk whenever he went to the town with Sylvain. But never try to ask him about it, he will get upset and might snap at you!!

Loyalty, honesty, and dependability are what he used to show he cares. On the outside it might appear to onlookers that he hates everyone and everything, but when things get tough he’s the first one you can call.

Anytime there is a battle Felix will get annoyed if you try to go on which would end up annoying you because you aren’t fragile, and might end up having an argument. But if you do end up going on the battlefield, both of you know that you can handle yourself. He always gets beyond anxious that something bad might happen to you that he almost shakes. Ironically though Felix might end up running straight to the enemies where you’ll have to follow behind him to make sure he didn’t do anything reckless.

Dedue

Words are rarely changed between Dedue and his little siblings. He may not be verbal with you, but his sentiment shows through his actions. When you were busy with upcoming exams, he often brought your favourite snacks or foods that he made by himself.

There’s no talking, and he just sits there beside you in silence. Drawing comfort from your reliable big brother really helps with your studying or relaxing time. Sometimes he will gave you some advices on learning on errands or tasks patiently

You often helped him to take care of flowers in the greenhouse. Roses, daffodils, lavender, carnations, anemones, forget-me-nots... Gentle Dedue taught you a lot about flowers and gardening. He almost choked in happy tears when you gave him a watering can and a flower wreath for his birthday. Hugging you and smiling warmly.

Sometimes a heavy pang of sadness gnaws at your heart whenever mean people bully both of you because of the Tragedy of Duscur. Big brother Dedue always tried his best to protect you from that kind of insult with a stoic face. It was very nice of Dimitri to defend both of you from that slander.

Dedue will get ferocious if someone dares to lay their hands on his little sibling on the battlefield. He will ask you to go to a safer place or stay behind him. It’s a known fact that being a retainer to the future king does not leave him much free time. But he always check on your well being after to battle ended before tending his wounds.

Ashe

Ashe always works hard to provide for his little siblings to prove that the world is still worth living in. He loves to see you happy and to hear your laughter.

He’s as open as his books even though his communication skills sometimes flop on him. Since your parents and Lord Lonato’s death, he acted like a parent figure for you. Offering moral support and genuine care for your well being. He can be such a worrywart sometimes but please don’t tell him so, he will be very sad if you told him that.

Weekends are very enjoyable with Big Brother Ashe! Cooking together with him and the Professor always brings so much joy. Bonus point if Dedue helped as well! It will be a delightful feast for Blue Lions!!

As much as he loves his little sibling, Ashe wanted you to be more independent. He will teach you life skills such as haggling, saving, and cooking. Dimitri often gave him some delightful sugar candies from the town that he shared with you when you had to stay up late for the upcoming exam. Hopefully that’ll help to keep you motivated!

Sylvain (Lily of the Valley)

Giving flowers to flirt someone is a frequent habit of the Garreg Mach’s infamous philanderer back then in his academy days. Yeah, he got his fair shares of flowers from the girls as well. But your Lily of the Valley strikes him wonders. Unlike other gaudy, vibrant flowers that he often received back from the others, yours are small and unique.

“I grew these flowers by myself, Syl. And they made me think of you. Lily of the valley are thought to bring luck in love but can also symbolize a return of happiness. I hope we can find yours someday!” You said as you present him the flowers bouquet in his quarter at his birthday.

If he was not certain before, now he’s sure that you’re the one. “I have found it already.” He draws you into a hot, searing kiss right then and there, pulling away with the loveliest genuine smile. “Before I met you, I’d gone my whole life not knowing there was another way for me to live. So from the bottom of my heart…I’m glad we met.” He grins at your blushing face and plant another kiss on your forehead. Sorry for the pun word

Felix (Rose)

"Quit joking around.” He tried to push it off but stopped when he saw your fingers that is littered with cuts here and there from cleaning the rose thorns. “You don't have to go out of your way to do ridiculous stuff like this.”

He struggles to keep a straight face and keep the blush across his cheeks from showing. Despite his harsh words, Felix took you to infirmary and put some healing ointments over the scrapes gently (while berating you non-stop).

Much to your surprise, he put them nicely and well-kept in a vase in his room. He quickly tried to hide it when you saw them. “I don’t hate them and they smell pretty nice so I put them in my room. Don’t get any wrong ideas, moron.” You swear you can see the faint tint of pink at the tip of his ears but he’s practically glares daggers at you when you said so.

Dedue (Tulip)

This green finger man always has soft spot for you. He may never say it much but he always got this rare tender smile while he helps you watering your flowers. When you present him a bouquet of tulips with unique colors that only grow in Duscur (that is able to grow nicely thanks to your hard work and monastery greenhouse’s dry, fertile soil) he blinks at them for a moment, totally silent.

“Duscur is a dead land. But seeing this blossom brings back memories.” A slow smile blooms over his face as he accepts them. “Someday, I hope to show you a whole landscape of these flowers in full bloom.” He thanks you in quiet voice, holding your hand tenderly. “I’ll cherish them lovingly. This means a lot to me.”

He turned the tulips into pressed flowers and treasure them in his room. You can often caught him marveling at your pressed tulips with gentle smile on his lips during your tea time with him.

(When Dedue said that there are some flowers color that only available in Duscur, a dry land that turned barren because soldiers have trampled upon the flowers, I like to imagine flowers that he mentioned as tulips because they do come in various colors. Needless to say, they are pretty delicate and can only grow in dry, fertile soil. So it matches!)

Ashe (Sunflower)

He smiles so bright with a faint blush spread across his freckled face  when you gave him a bouquet of sunflower. “Are you really sure that I can have this?” He’s definitely tearing up over them and just can’t stop grinning while hugging the bouquet tightly.

Ashe pick one flower and tuck it behind his ear and run around the monastery to brag it off to everyone that he met on the way.  Later, he put them in a vase inside his quarter and take a really good care of it.

Warnings: Fluffs!!

A MIDSUMMER'S NIGHT DREAM

Saving Derdriu to relieve the Alliance and Claude is a big success. The chance to win against the Empire is getting better with Claude’s agreement to strike as one united force. Trying to unwind from the intense battle, sauna sure is quite crowded today.

In this warm midsummer's night on Garland Moon, hoping to have some private moment for yourself, you decided to wash yourself at late midnight. Unbeknownst to you, almost every Blue Lions members thinks the same.

Dimitri

“Please pardon my rudeness! I’m so sorry! I really am!!” King of Faerghus had been reduced to a hulking giant lion puppy, hiding behind his large hands.

"I saw you in a state that only your husband should see you in and I-” His ramblings cut off and you looked at him, trying desperately to have him meet your eyes, but he continued to look away while trying to cover his eyes.

You felt a rush of embarrassment that he had seen you like this, trying your best to cover your body with your hands. But you also found that you didn’t really mind that it was him that had seen you this way. You knew that you should do something to put him out of his misery, but you weren’t sure what. Tiptoeing, you reached a hand up to cup one of his cheeks, and he looked at you unsteadily, closing his eye as he leaned into your touch with deep crimson face. The gentle lion looks like he’s on the verge of passing out from the sauna heat and nervousness. You weren’t sure why you had decided to reach out for him physically, but staring at his handsome face, so close to your own, you felt the most comfortable and safe you had ever felt.

The two of you stared at each other shyly and he raised his own hand to cover yours that was still on his cheek gently. Filled with mixture of love, lust, confusion, and embarrassment, his eyes stare back at yours reverently.

"I feel refreshed already. Guess I’ll take my leave now,” you said nervously, trying to dry your hair with towel while looking away from him to hide your rosy cheeks.

“W-wait! Would you mind if.... I walk you back to your quarters? Monastery can be dangerous at night and I....” stuttering between his words, the kind-hearted Dimitri is concerned for your safety.

“I will wait for you outside, then. Thank you, Dima.” Your smile is doing things to his weak mind. Trying his best to ignore the somersaults in his heart and nosebleed, Dimitri change his clothes and walk you to your quarters.

You almost kill him with heart attack and arousal when he saw your exposed nape from your nightgown, much to your obliviousness. Mumbling “Don’t catch a cold”, he pulls you closer and drapes his heavy fur cloak over you.

Sylvain

“Whoa!! Is that you, (Y/N)?! To run into you at this late hour at this place. It must be my lucky ni....” he gulps and look at other way immediately after seeing your almost naked form. “Idon’tseeanything! Believe me!! And no! I don’t see your beautiful bod--- Ouch!!” he yelps loudly when you smack him.

Your light punch has caught him off guard and made his towel fell, much to your embarrassment. You look away to save him from the shame and his prominent erection bulge. “Sorry for that,” the redhead skirt chaser tried to fix and laugh it off but he can’t hide his flustered face.

“Like what you see? I like what I see, though. Guess we’re even, now.” He winks at you seductively. Much to his playfulness, Sylvain is still being respectful to you. He offers an extra towel to cover yourself, then look away to give you some privacy. “Just give me a call when you are done and good to go. I’ll walk you back to your room, (Y/N).”

“Eh? But why? I can go back by myself. Just a little stroll and I’ll hit the bed”. You have changed into your nightgown and ready to take short stroll around the monastery before going to sleep.

“Night walks will be more fun with me, (Y/N). Like they said, the more the merrier! Besides, it won’t do me any good if something were happen to you,” his eyes glint with mischievousness but he’s serious with his words. “Let’s grab something to eat in the dining room. Can’t sleep with empty stomach, yes?” He clasp his much bigger hand in yours, then taking you to the hall.

“Thank you for being so kind to me, Sylvain.” Wrapping your arm snuggly to his, you lean your head on the redhead’s arm. Your warmth and sweet smell made his cheeks blush a little. “Anything for you, (Y/N).” You rolled your eyes at his remarks and poke his cheeks. “Silly,” you said with puffing chipmunk cheeks. Sylvain was utterly dumbfounded at your cute, mesmerizing pout. Sylvain.exe has stopped. You’re just too adorable for your own good.

Felix

Felix screams at the top of his lungs when he bump into you, sending you sprawled in front of him. “Idiot. Go cover yourself! Have some decency!! Why you got to use the sauna at this late evening!!?” Poor boi He almost died when you try to cover his mouth to prevent more unwanted attentions.

Unfortunately, Felix’s shouting invited some night patrol guards that is scouting around the area. “Everything’s alright? Do we have an ambush?”

“I’m sorry, Felix. But ssshh!!” His face flushed in deep crimson to his ears when you press your small hands on his lips. Between your palms, he muttered it’s okay and just surprised to the guards behind the sauna door. Despite his non-stop ramblings, he hug you tightly to cover you with his body from the guards that is trying to peek a little to ensure his safety. He just sighed in relief after making sure that guards have passed the hallway.

Felix’s heart pounding erratically when you put your head on his chest, much contrast to his deep crimson-flushed, scowling face. “Too close...,” he growls, gingerly pulling you away from him. Despite his harsh words, his touches are very gently.

“I’ll excuse myself for now. See you tomorrow!” you said hurriedly as you trying your best to maintain your composure and burning cheeks. Just changed into your comfy nightgown, you found Felix waiting in front of the sauna building. “Let me come with you,” he grumbles with flushed face. Just when you open your mouth to protest, he wraps his arm on your shoulders. “Move!”

You tried to peek on his expression but he snarled and tug your back lightly to keep on walking. “You look cold in that flimsy nightgown. I’ll keep you warm until you’re safe in your room.” You can’t help but to laugh at his worrywart cute side. In the warm midsummer night of Garland Moon, you can’t help but to bask in this precious sweet moment

Everyone are so nice to you, to the point of spoiled rotten! Especially Ingrid and Mercie! They are like your big sisters, always offering their help to ride pegasi and give endless supplies of baked sweets that you love very much. Felix is kinda harsh and always eager to spar with you, but he’s the first person to get angry when someone bullies you because you are so small. So kind, almost feel like a big brother! Dimitri helps you with your late night studies and picking books in the higher shelves on the library a lot. Dedue and Ashe cook dinner together with you on your duty day.

They see (Y/N) as the sweet smol bean that has to be protected at all cost!

“Are you free tonight, Munchkin?” Care to join me to visit the town and get something to eat? I know this little restaurant that has nice dessert! My treat, of course! Think of it as a token of congratulations from me on your brilliance today!” Sylvain put his hand on your shoulder in a friendly gesture and wink seductively.

“Seteth will scold us for sure, Syl! This is the fourth or fifth time we went for a late dinner this week,” you pout at his invitation. “He won’t. I’ll walk you back before curfew as usual. Don’t want my Kitten to get  hurt on her way back. Night walk can be dangerous, you know.”

“Why you are being so nice to me, Syl... Your girls will be upset and kill me for sure.”

“Nah.. I don’t have any! It would be a shame to waste such a beautiful evening alone. Besides, I don’t want to let my Munchkin starved in her sleep! Not to mention that you just looked awfully cute with your cheeks stuffed.” You smacked his shin and rewarded with a loud yelp from him.  “Lead the way. And.. it’s not like I like it or something like that, you know! Don’t get any wrong ideas,” you hide your blush and took his huge hand in your tiny ones.

The food was delightful as usual and Sylvain stay true to his words about going back before the curfew.

As you both closed the large door’s that marked the dormitory, you were greeted by the crisp spring night. Warm wind passed over your forms, and crickets chirped in the night.

“While we’re at it, how about a little board games rematch at my quarters? I got a new strategy to show you, Syl!”

“Bring it on then, (Y/N)! Let’s bring some sweet buns as usual to snack on later as well, then.”

“It’s a deal!”

“I’d think playing it on the bed would be more comfortable than doing it on the floor. You might catch another cold and passed out like last month in my room. It scared the living daylights out of me! Nope, never trying that again.”

“It’s not fun being frail and get sick easily.” You sigh.

“No problem. Think of it as a good chance for me to get to carry you around in my arms. For our weddi-- Ouch!!” he faux a sad face melodramatically when you punch his hand away playfully. “You might be small and petite but these hands are a force to be reckoned with. You’re as strong as a lioness,” said the philanderer as he ruffled your hair affectionately.

It was such a beautiful night.

---

“Do you have a moment, Miss (Y/N)? I have something important to tell you regarding my research and your Crest. We can discuss it in more detailed manner in my research room,” Professor Hanneman ask you out of the blue after the afternoon battle strategy class.

“Crest? But I’m sure I don’t have any, Professor! It’s stated as clear as a day in my enrollment documents, isn’t it?”

“There’s a mistake, Miss (Y/N). And I sworn it on my name as the Father of Crestology, you do HAVE a Crest. A Major one at that! Congratulations! I have sent a letter to your family and inform other Professors and your House Leader regarding this matter. I have my suspicion about your Crests since I watch your  prowess at combat and when it activates, the timing, and the flash of....”

You are a bit shocked about this and decided to ignore this fact, having a hard time to process this shocking information. Your family and other members of Blue Lions will be very surprised of this information. Is it going to be a good thing or not? Professor Hanneman’s murmurs fell on your deaf ears as you politely excuse yourself out of his room. ‘It’ll be better to keep this as a secret to avoid unwanted attention nor unnecessary commotion’ you think to yourself.

---

Moons have passed. Then the night of the ball came. Urged by your curiosity, you are eager to wait for your true love at the Goddess Tower. You were hardly expecting to see Sylvain, of all people. The surprise at seeing each other was mutual. The both of you stood there for a moment, simply enjoying the scene before you. You wrapped your arms around yourself to stave off the chill that went down your spine, shuffling closer to the older man.

“Do you even believe the rumors about this place?” he asked as he lay his uniform coat over your shivering form. “My curiosity gets the best of me. But am glad to find you here, Syl.”

“Huh.” Sylvain went quiet, his face etched with contemplation. After he thought about it a little, he let out a huff of breath and frowned.

“Well, the person I’m interested in... is already here. You’re here alone. I’m here alone. I was thinking maybe....”

“Wait. Me?”

“Well, of course! We’re the only two people here, aren’t we? I keep thinking about it, and it just makes sense. My Crest and yours...”

“How did you...?”

“Dimitri told me. I have confirmed it with Professor Hanneman as well. A Major one, he said. So lucky.”

He looked down at you menacingly. Your eyes were averted away from his, looking away into the distance. “What do you mean? I’m still me, Syl.  Crest or no Crest.”

Despite your dismissive answer, something changed in his expression. He took his hands from behind his neck and stalked towards you. This wasn’t at all like the kind and flirty Sylvain you loved. He’s... different.

“You know what? I’m a bit jealous. The whole time you were growing up, you never knew you had a Crest. You were free. Nobody pretended to like you. I kind of hate you for that...” he slammed you hard against the wall behind you. Strangled pained noise came from you.

His knees rest on either side of your petite body and his arms cage your head, his much bigger hand grasp yours roughly. “All you’re worth to me is a little bit of fun. We’ve been having fun, haven’t we? I thought that you understood,” Sylvain’s face a mere inch from yours, glaring daggers at you. You can feel your tears begin welling, threatening to spill at his words.

“Is that really what you think of me? I thought... I was different. So… our friendship has just been for nothing?” you muttered quietly, holding back your sobs.

He scoffed. “Of course you are. You’re just some dumb noble looking for crest babies. You never meant anything to me.” His rejection was validation of your worst fear, that you were just like every other girl. Your friendship had all fallen apart and meant nothing for him.

“Playing around with girls is the most fun a guy can have. Besides, I don’t care what you think of me. I don’t intend to change how I live my life. I’m a good-for-nothing, if you haven’t noticed, but I’m still a noble with a Crest. That’s all anyone cares about. It’s best to avoid getting too serious with fools like me.” His expression darkens and unreadable. The carefree mask was long gone.

“My Crest bring me nothing but pain. I thought maybe...if I made someone else suffer, it might help me feel better.” His hand shot up and grabbed you by your throat. Sylvain held you in front of him, tightened his grip, choking you hard. His caramel eyes glowed dark with excitement.

“Unnnghhh......Syl....”

You tried to squirm away but he clamped his hand tighter, making it harder for you to breathe. Your legs felt weak and limp. The pain was too intense.

“You were a spoiled brat who should pay for that Crest. Maybe I’ll collect the debt.” His expression dark as he looked up at you.

Focusing yourself, you punch his jaw as hard as you can. To your surprise, a blinding flash of your Crest shows up when you smack him as hard as you can, making Sylvain flinch in pain, dropping you with a loud thud on the cold floor. You stumbled back and dropped to your knees. Gasping for air, you tried to rub the pain from your throat, doing your best to pick yourself up.

“Sylvain Jose Gautier!  I care not for your Crest nor title! It means nothing to me. I like.. no, love you because you are the strongest, kindest, funniest, and the most caring person that I know. Even you are such a skirt chaser, but you always very considerate and protective of me. I never felt this way before about someone. This is my first time but... This… This was a mistake. Sorry. I hope.. you find your own happiness someday,” you said, your voice is raspy from his deadly grip and your sadness. Tears were finally flowing freely from you.

Sylvain’s posture becoming rigid despite his feigned relaxed position. “H-hey,” Sylvain said, his voice softened somewhat. “Please, don’t cry. I’m sorry...”, he tried to pat your head, but you step back instinctively. The red head flinch and turned away when he saw angry purplish hue on your neck. Guilt began creeping on his conscience.

“I believe you. You’re not a bad person, Sylvain, no matter what anyone says. I care about you. Our friendship, dinners, late nights walk and banters... I cherished them a lot. Really, I do. I love you, Sylvain.” You couldn’t meet his eyes, couldn’t look at anything besides the floor. “That’s what I came to tell you, but... nevermind. Good night, Syl. I’ll see you tomorrow in class.”

“Did you mean that? (Y/N), wait!” He spoke with disbelief.

“Why would I lie?” you asked, hardly audible. “Goodbye, Syl.”

His pleas fell on deaf ears as you dash yourself as fast as possible from Goddess Tower, locking yourself inside your quarters, clutching to Sylvain’s uniform coat, while crying yourself to sleep.

---

That’s the last thing that you can remember from your Academy Days. Things were never the same since that night. You never talk to the playboy ever again since that incident. No more night walks or late board games. When you have to work together in weekly duty, there’s an unseen awkward distance and heavy tension between you two.

The notorious philanderer went back into his old ways, going around with a different girl each day. You often catch him glimpse at you with eyes full of remorse and sadness (mostly when he thinks you aren’t looking or noticing). Everyone in the Blue Lions noticed the changes between your relationship but being very considerate of your feelings and trying to not mention anything about it.

Your Father called you back home because of his grave illness in Pegasus Moon, insisting you to leave the Officers Academy behind. Blue Lions was taken aback and sad with your abrupt leave. Going back to your home in Fhirdiad, days flies in a blur motion into moons and years.

---

It’s been 5 years since you left your Academy days in Garreg Mach.

A bloody coup led by Cornelia causes Duke Rufus and Dimitri both to be apparently killed. Her  tyranny left Fhirdiad in poor state with poverty and famine. Holy Kingdom of Faerghus thrown into disarray condition with their Prince’s disappearance. The nation is plagued by civil strife and hardship.

With the vast majority of the former Kingdom lords having bent the knee to the overwhelming power of the Empire, all Blaiddyd territory, including the Kingdom capital, is ruled by those who are cooperating with the Empire, and is thus renamed the Faerghus Dukedom. Houses Fraldarius and Gautier were left to spearhead the resistance as the primary opponents of the Dukedom.

As the legitimate Marchioness of your major noble house in Blaiddyd territory after her Father’s passing, (Y/N) decided to keep on fighting against Empire until the bitter end, along with Houses of Fraldarius, Gautier, and Galatea. You keep maintain close relationships them, mostly with the neighbouring Houses, Fraldarius and Galatea. Whether it may be reinforcements soldiers to House Fraldarius or stock supplies to House Galatea, you are so much eager to give it all (sometimes by going there personally—much to your advisors’ dismay) to aid them.  Being always giving or adding the most relevant information about current war state developments made you overjoyed when you heard about the news of Dimitri’s plan to recapture Fhirdiad.

---

It’s been forever since your last time fighting on the battlefield. Reclaiming the capital is a daunting task with shortage of soldiers and resources. Rodrigue’s death is a devastating blow to Faerghus’ military strength and resources. Not to mention that House Gautier and Galatea has any resources to spare. With limited resource of your own House, you decided to prioritize evacuation of Faerghus’ citizens and helping Blue Lions to the utmost.

Dimitri marches for Fhirdiad, causing the oppressed citizens to revolt against Cornelia’s tyranny People are rebelling against Cornelia and Fhirdiad has turned into a gruesome battlefield. Fire was everywhere The sound of metals echoed loudly in your ears. Large Titanus crowded the streets and wreaking havoc upon buildings and citizens. With your sword in your hands, you leap and cut through Kingdom Soldiers that is preparing to activate Viskam turrets against Felix.

You pushed forward with great caution. When you are done helping a pair of elders and children under the rubbles to evacuate, you saw him. Sylvain. Fighting over a mage and a large Titanus all by himself. Did he get separated? He barely dodged a fireball when you strike down that mage.

“Munchki--!” He gasped, surprised to see you back.

“Watch out, Syl!”

You leap in front of him, parrying and slash back at the Titanus’ large appendages that is going to smash him. Sylvain cast a Ragnarok and taking down the golem-like creature with a loud explosion, sending flying debris everywhere. He gasped, grabbed your arm and pulled you out of the way. 

“Ugh... that hurts. Are you okay, Munchkin?” He was trapped under the rubbles and the first thing that he asked is your safety?

“W-why did you do that, Syl? You got hurt protecting me. Didn’t you want to kill me?”, you said as you helped him out from the rubble.  Fortunately he is okay aside from a few scratch and bruises.

“When I thought you were going to be killed for real, my reflexes kicked in. I reacted without thinking. It doesn’t mean I’ve stopped being jealous of you. But, come on, I can’t help looking up to you.” He look at you with eyes full of worry and sadness.

“Sylvain..... Well.. It’s been awhile, but as much as I want to chat with you, we have to help Professor and Dimitri first. Cornelia has brought us so many sufferings. Now’s the time to put an end to all of this. And... thank you, Syl.” He nods and push forward to throw his lance at a Pegasus Knight that is fighting against Ingrid.

“I will go to deactivate Titanus’ lever. I know its location and it will help everyone tremendously against that gigantic monster! I’ll open Fhirdiad’s secret passages within my House territory to help everyone to get better access to Cornelia. When I’m done with it, I’ll regroup with reinforcement soldiers from my House to evacuate more citizens on the east side of Royal Capital, then go to help Dimitri fighting against Cornelia. See you later, Syl. Please stay safe.” You bid your farewell and run through smaller alley path, doing your missions, leaving Sylvain astonished at your very thorough, detailed plans.

Without the Titanus, Cornelia only has archers as her backups. As you take the archers down with Felix and Annette, Professor and Dimitri are working together to close in on her and take her down. It was a gruesome battle, but thanks to everyone’s efforts, casualties were kept to minimum and reclaiming Fhirdiad is a big success after Cornelia has been defeated.

---

It may be spring, but the nights are quite chilly here in Fhirdiad. The people are rejoicing at the return of their King. After a hard won battle of reclaiming Royal Capital of Fhirdiad, celebratory feast shows no sign of stopping. Growing weary of the festivities, you decided to excuse yourself from the banquet at the castle balcony.

“Munchkin. Here you are. His Highness has been looking for you. He wanted to express his gratitude for your loyalty and huge help at reclaiming Fhirdiad.”

“Good evening, Syl. We just did our utmost to help. Fhirdiad’s  peace and safety of the Blue Lions is of the most important thing for me, after all.”

A moment of silence passed where both of you stayed still, just basking in the moonlight and enjoying each others’ presence for a while.

“I’m sorry. I really am.” You are taken aback when Sylvain bows his head deeply in front of you.

“I know I messed up really bad and it’s fair enough if you can’t find it in your heart to forgive me. My jealousy got the best of me and it has brought you so much harm. Most girls just want me for my title or my Crest, and when I thought that it was the same for you, I… I was the one who made a mistake. I’m sorry, truly I am.” Peeking at him from the corner of your eye, you could see the furrow of Sylvain’s brows, the frowning twist of his lips. It was a look you’d never seen on him. Regret and pain. He looks so vulnerable. Somehow, you didn’t doubt the apology.

“Please elaborate, Syl.”

“Since I bear a Crest, my parents made sure I was never left wanting. My older brother didn’t have one, and so when I was born, he was pushed aside. My mere existence stole everything from him. There’s so many people that want to get close to me because of my crest. Because of something I didn’t even want to be born with. I wish I could have cared as little about my Crest as you do yours...,” he grimaces, running a hand through his hair briskly. “Women smile at me for the same reason my parents adored me...and my brother wanted me dead. And I have to meet them all with a smile because I have a Crest.” Sylvain purses his lips.

“But you–you’ve never treated me differently. Always being there for me and understand me, and…and–I like you, (Y/N). No. I love you so much that it scared me. A lot,” he says, closing his eyes.

“You say that, but it doesn’t excuse the things you’ve done.” You didn’t want to look at him, didn’t want to let him see mixed expression you were making at  his sudden confession but you knew he was looking at you. Intently.

“I was devastated when you left Garreg Mach years ago. I lost you once and I won’t let it happen again. So.... what I’m saying is…” he hesitated and briefly appeared at a loss of words which is very unlike of him.

He hugs you closer very tightly it hurts, cradling you gently against his chest. This close, you can feel the rapid pace of his heart and his nervousness. “Can you give me a second chance?” Sylvain’s touch was awkward and clumsy.

“......I will. But first… Please let me go, Syl. You are crushing me.”

Sylvain paused, as if unsure. “Did you mean that?” Vulnerability colored his tone, softened it. “I’d like to be a man who deserves that. Who deserves you. Even if you want nothing to do with me, one day I will find a way to make it up to you, to earn your forgiveness. I promise.” His voice wasn’t strong with his infamous flirtatious bravado. It was sincere.

“You’re so much more than just your Crest or your status, Sylvain Jose Gautier.” Taking his much bigger hand in your tiny ones, you smiled and whisper it against his hand. “You are the most amazing, kind, strongest, and nice man for me. Your path is your own.  I love you just the way you are, Sylvain. Crest or no Crest.” His face turned dark red instantly redder than his hair at your words. Sylvain.exe has stopped working

“You are going to be the death of me, Munchkin!!” Sylvain yells frantically. You can see his ears flushed furious red. He can die happy now. Goddess Sothis please take his soul.

“Why you still call me Munchkin, Syl?” you asked much to your curiousity. “It’s been years but you barely grow a few inch! But y-Ouch!! He yelps when you jab at his stomach. “But you have... grown into a fine, smart, and beautiful woman.”

“Time hasn’t been so kind to me in these past years, Syl. After my Father’s passing, I have to succeed him. Being a Marchioness isn’t an easy task but I learned so much and am still learning.”

“My sincerest condolences for your loss. But... he must be very proud of you, Munchkin. You will be a great Marchioness. Strong, thorough, quick-witted, and lovely as a—”

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Mr. Gautier.” You rolled your eyes at him. The redhead laughs softly and embrace you in his arms.

“When this war is over, will you come with me to my homeland? It’s time for the first step in the right direction. I don’t want to marry a girl who wants to use me for my Crest or a girl who someone else chose for me. I want to marry someone I really care about. With you by my side, I’m excited to find out what this new way of life is all about. (Y/N), I’m serious. Marry me. I’d do anything for you. I’m done lying, especially to myself. I’m going to spend the rest of our lives together trying to make you happy. I promise.”

 “I’d like to.... introduce you to my parents. They’d love to have a new Gauti—Gyaahh!!!” He shrieked when you stomped your feet on him. “I’m so DONE with you, Syl!!” you said with exasperated look, looking away trying to hide the rising heat in your cheeks. ‘A future with Sylvain...’

There’s a pause when you catch his gaze and find something vulnerable there, something familiar. The flicker of hope, mirrored in your expression. It’s as if everything falls into place and clicks. Then his lips were on yours, soft and hesitant, so unlike his usual self. Your eyes fluttered shut, your lips moulding against his, as his hand came up to cup your cheek. It was all the confession you needed.

“I will, Syl. I promise.”

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Bonus:

When Professor and the Blue Lions heard about your new relationship with Sylvain, they offer you heartfelt congratulations and throw a little dinner party. Dimitri is OVERJOYED and sobs a little when he saw you are radiating with so much happiness. Back then in your Academy days, he was the one who worry about you the most when Sylvain treated you poorly, after all. Ashe and Dedue throw a lavish dinner to celebrate (Y/N) and Sylvain’s relationship that evening. Mercedes and Annette provide everyone with tasty sweets and dessert. It was a heartwarming small party among Blue Lions members.

Sadly, Sylvain didn’t get to celebrate it together. Rumors had it that Felix and Ingrid has beaten him to a bloody pulp (with Professor’s EXCLUSIVE permission) because he made you their lovely sweet lil sis wept and hurt. Sylvain kept on mumbling something between “Don’t ever hitting another girl”, “RUIN his Lance of Ruin”, “Don’t ever taint her”, or “You’re finished”. Even the kind and benevolent Mercie turned her back and refuse to heal Sylvain. The Gautier heir almost went to hell that evening.