#cysithea

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functional yet doomed couple that i love

[justrandomgrill]

FIRE EMBLEM ARTSCUFFLE STUFF I 100% DIDN'T FORGET TO POST

I decided to not post stuff with OCs as I am a bit lazy to look for @ s of the poeple

Commission status is in my pinned post!

I'm also p sure Tumblr will eat half of my tags so sorry in advance :(

[tsukkimin]

For however long it lasted, they were happy

Cysithea for @justrandomgrill @ FE ArtScuffle!

[kumeko]

A/N: For the Quiver of Arrows zine! These two are so cute, but also terrible at communicating with each other XD

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Cyril was used to Lysithea’s help. Whether it was back in their academy days, when she used to read him notes, helped him practice his writing, or even tried (and failed) to take over his chores, or during their current days in the middle of a war, Lysithea had always come to him with the singular purpose of aiding him. And while she had treated him something akin to a little brother despite barely being older than him, he hadn’t minded.

It’d been a long time since someone had watched out for him.

All of this was why he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. Cyril rubbed his ears. He blinked three times. He pinched his cheek. And still the awkward Lysithea in front of him didn’t change. There was no one else out in the training fields, just the two of them, so he couldn’t even claim she was talking to someone else.  “Wait, really?”

“Yes,” she ground out, red as a beat, looking a cross between irritated and nervous. Lysithea stamped her foot. “Is it that hard to believe I’m asking for help?”

Well, yeah, he almost said, but Cyril had self-preservation skills. They’d been at war for five, almost six years. He had fought by her side for the past few months and more than anyone, he knew just how destructive her attacks were. Add in her quickfire temper and it was a recipe for disaster.

Instead, he pointed at himself. “But how can I help you?”

“Geez, were you listening?” Still red-faced, Lysithea crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. “I need tips for archery.”

“I know that, but…” Cyril’s hands moved aimlessly as he struggled to explain the oddity of it all. Lysithea was a noble, regardless of the state of her family. She was friends with former students from the Golden Deer house. There were plenty of options outside of the church’s orphan. “Couldn’t you ask Claude?”

“No,” Lysithea declined immediately, her expression flat. “He makes fun of me enough as it is.”

Privately, Cyril had seen the way Claude looked at Lysithea. It was the same way Rhea used to look at him. If he was teasing her, it had to be out of fondness more than anything else. “Then what about—”

“Look, I picked you, okay?” Lysithea stared him straight in the eyes, her expression determined. “If you don’t want to do it, just say so.”

“No, that’s not it.” Cyril held his hands up. He’d had enough experience with her to know that if he went any further, she’d take it personally. And however surprised he was that she’d come to him, he was more than happy she had. “I’ll do it, no problem. Why do you want to learn, though? Your magic’s real strong.”

“Of course it is.” Lysithea flipped her snow-white hair over her shoulder proudly. “However, I can’t use it all the time. I have to be prepared for those situations.”

“Isn’t that why we’re here?” Cyril cocked his head, perplexed. “It’s not like we have to be able to do everything by ourselves.”

“I know that. But it’s like you said before: you won’t be around forever.” Her eyes hardened as she spoke and he was certain she was remembering some other, darker memory. “I have to be able to handle myself.”

“Well, I guess that’s true.” He had said that to her before, he couldn’t deny it. That was the reason she’d taught him how to read, though he wouldn’t have minded if she’d kept reading to him for the rest of their lives. “Want to start now?”

“Now?” Lysithea stepped back, frazzled.

“Yeah, we’re already at the training grounds.” Cyril shrugged and lifted up his bow. “I already got the equipment. Might as well start now, right?”

“Well, I guess if you put it that way, it’s logical…” Lysithea pursed her lips, staring at the bow like it was an enemy, before reluctantly nodding and stepping closer. She plucked the bow out of his hands and with a practiced ease, notched an arrow.

“I thought you were having issues? You look like you’ve got it,” he asked as she drew the string.

“I can do the basics. I went to class like everyone else.” Lysithea grunted as she loosed the arrow. It flew toward the targets set up in the distance before landing in the dirt ten or so meters in front of them. Embarrassed, she turned to him. “I just can’t do more than that.”

He chuckled. “No kidding.”

She glowered. “Cyril.”

“Sorry.” He stepped beside her. Either it was a strength problem or an aiming problem. And considering how she shot lightning and fire from the tips of her fingers, he really hoped it wasn’t the latter. Cyril covered her left hand with his.

“Hey!” Lysithea recoiled as though burned. “What’re you doing?”

“Checking something.” Cyril frowned, bemused. “Is something wrong?”

“You…” She groaned, closing her eyes. “Alright. Fine. Just give me a warning next time.”

He wasn’t sure exactly why she needed a warning that he was about to help, but he gave it anyways. “I’m going to check your aim. Could you draw the bow?”

She complied, still looking out of sorts. “C’mon, get it over with already.”

Hesitantly, he rested his hand on hers. When she didn’t pull away, he leaned closer and tugged back her other arm a little. Her strength was lacking. Or maybe the bow was too taunt for her skill level. Luckily, he wasn’t that much taller than her, he didn’t have to lean down too much to guess where her aim should be.

Her pulse fluttered beneath his fingers like a caged bird as he corrected her stance. “Ok, loose.”

Their fingers opened, the string snapped with a sharp twang, and the arrow flew down the course until it hit the target with a satisfying thud. Lysithea stared for a full three seconds before glaring at it. “It hit.”

“Why do you look so angry about it?” Cyril asked.

“That wasn’t me.” She smirked as she gently pushed him away. “But the next one will be.”

Cyril grinned as he watched her pick another arrow and firmly pull the drawstring back. There was something oddly satisfying about helping someone else and he finally understood why Lysithea had spent all that time teaching him. Her fingers trembled as she aimed before loosing once more.

The arrow hit the dirt again. Lysithea scowled. “Seriously?”

“The bow’s too tight for you.” Cyril laughed, seeing the problem immediately. It was rare to see Lysithea fail. “Let’s get you a different one.”

“This is just a temporary set back,” Lysithea fumed, turning on her heel. “After I get the hang of it, I will use your bow. And it will hit.”

“If you say so.” Cyril picked up his quiver. “You know, even if you don’t, it’ll be fine.”

“How?” Lysithea scoffed dismissively.

“Well, you only have a problem if there’s no one around to help, right?” Cyril hooked his bow over his shoulder. “I just have to be there then. All the time.”

Lysithea immediately turned red. Her blush spread across her nose and up her ears. “What…you…”

“Forever might be hard, but well, it’s like you said. If I don’t try, how do I know?” Cyril shrugged, making his way back to the armoury. When she didn’t follow, he looked over his shoulder. “You coming?”

“Do you know what you’re saying?” Lysithea growled, still a fiery-red as she stomped after him. “I told you to stop messing with me!”

“I’m serious,” Cyril pointed out, frowning slightly. “It’s not a joke. I’ll protect you and you’ll protect me, right.”

Lysithea stared at him. Before he could ask, she marched past him. “Come on. Hurry up.”

Despite all the lessons Lysithea had give him, the one thing Cyril couldn’t read was Lysithea.

[runicmagitek]

We’ve Got Forever (Slipping Through Our Hands) (Cyril/Lysithea - Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

( some late-game cysithea library smut for my bday bc I said so ehehe >:3c very nsfw so enjoy the spicy bday cake! )

Silence swept through Garreg Mach come nightfall. Best to retire early and save one’s energy for the next day. At dawn, the remnants of the Golden Deer house and the Church of Seiros planned to march for Shambhala. Once there? Who knew how the battle would unfold. Maybe they’d be victorious. Maybe they’d die trying to win a futile fight.

Whatever happened, Lysithea’s fate remained unchanged.

She sprawled out in bed, staring at the ceiling of her old dormitory room. How could she possibly sleep when her mind screamed a thousand different thoughts? Now wasn’t the time to rest. Nor was there ever a time to drop her guard. She needed to stay sharp—for the sake of her peers rather than herself—but her focus wavered upon remembering that she’d soon confront those who tormented her for... for what? And why?

Maybe the truth would never reveal itself. Just as a cure to her predicament—an escape, more like it—would never emerge. Lysithea loathed that more than the insomnia.

Huffing, she flung off the bedsheets and vaulted out of bed. If I can’t sleep, then I best use my time wisely. Every waking second could have been her last, after all. Thus Lysithea traded her nightgown for her usual dress and exited her room.

Stars crowded the skies as she navigated the monastery’s walkways. Only a few guards roamed at that hour, each nodding to her in passing. Five years ago, they would have scolded her for breaking curfew. Lysithea chuckled under her breath. I miss those days. She missed many things, truth be told: the trips to the Mittelfrank Opera Company; the bakery near her estate in Ordelia with cupcakes decorated like animals; the Alliance’s library and its solitude from the busy world; the company of her siblings; the chance to have an ordinary childhood—unremarkable, yet idyllic.

And as she walked to Garreg Mach’s illustrious library, she discovered new things to miss.

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[mermaidhugs]

Garland Moon

When the warm winds blow from the sea to the south of Adrestia, residents of Fodlan know that the rainy season is upon them. Before the heavy rains take their toll, young women hurry to pick the last of the white roses. The ivory buds are woven into garlands and given as gifts to close friends or potential lovers. 

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[zeeohyi]

a lil cysithea painty doodle i found among the artdumps ehe

[estellakardia]

My ship once again! :)

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