Nov 21, 2022
FE3H Sylvain / Edelgard modern AU art by ilkaillust
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FE3H Sylvain / Edelgard modern AU art by ilkaillust
edelvain with "squeezing hand for comfort and encouragement" from the hand holding prompts pretty pls, those two r living in my head 😳
(all too happy to write these two for yah! been a good while. enjoy some fluff~)
“Nervous?”
Sylvain snorted and folded his arms behind his head. “Nope. Not me.”
“You are. I can tell.”
“No way.” Edelgard watched Sylvain keep the cocky smile in place for another beat. Then his shoulders sagged. “Okay maybe a little nervous.”
They were alone in the Black Eagle classroom. Everyone else was getting ready to watch the White Heron Cup in the reception hall. The Professor had gone to get Sylvain’s dancer uniform for the performance, which left Edelgard and Sylvain to lean against the Professor’s desk and wait.
“It’s understandable,” Edelgard said. “You are about to dance in front of the whole school after all.”
“Don’t say it like that.”
“Then don’t lie to me.”
“Aw, come on. The ladies love a confident guy.”
Edelgard leveled an unimpressed look at him. “I am not ‘the ladies’. In fact, I thought we were friends.”
At least Sylvain had the decency to look abashed at that. He tapped the heel of his boot to the toe of his other boot, eyes on the door. “Yeah. Sorry, you’re right.”
It was hard to stay mad at Sylvain. Edelgard pushed off the desk to stand before him. “Do you want to run through your routine again?”
“No, I think I’ve got the dancing thing figured out.”
“There must be something I can do to set you at ease.” Edelgard was House Leader and felt the need to help a fellow student. But more than that, this was Sylvain. He had more than proven himself on the battlefield, and his company, when he wasn’t trying to put on airs, was actually quite nice. To see him in such discomfort was strange.
Sylvain scratched the back of his neck. “If you don’t mind, could you... could you just promise you won’t hate me if I lose?”
The request was even stranger. “Why would I hate you for losing?”
“I’m the transfer, remember? But here I am representing the whole class-- and you, more importantly.” He tried for a causal smile that looked more pained than anything. “Just tell me we can still be friends after this, alright?”
Edelgard’s watched this fidgety, defeated looking Sylvain before her. If kind words were all it would take it put him back to normal then Edelgard was more than willing.
She reached out and took both his hands in her. “Sylvain,” she began firmly. Only when his eyes met hers did she go on. “It’s a dance competition, not a battle. If you fail, that will be that, and we will congratulate the winner and go get dinner together. If you win, I will congratulate you, and we will go get dinner together.” She squeezed his hands. “Whatever happens out there, you are a Black Eagle. Transfer or not. Do you understand?”
Sylvain’s jaw had gone slack as she spoke. At the question, he swallowed and the corner of his lip went up. “You’d have dinner with a loser?”
“I would have dinner with you, Sylvain. As we have done a dozen times before.” She rubbed her thumb over his knuckles as she added, “And hopefully will have a dozen times after. So I ask again, do you understand?”
A pause as he searched her face for something. He must have found it, for he nodded. “I do. Yeah. Thanks, Edelgard.”
She squeezed his hands again and said, before she could stop herself, “Call me El.”
“Alright.” He grinned. It lit up his eyes. “Thank you, El.”
The door opened behind Edelgard and she dropped Sylvain’s hands to greet the Professor. They held a bundle of clothes in their arms. “Time to get dressed. Ready, Sylvain?”
“You know it, Professor!” He pushed off the desk to take the clothes. “I’ll show the school what we’ve been working on and oh that’s-- that is not a lot of fabric...”
Edelgard abruptly cleared her throat. “I will see you both at the Cup. Good luck, Sylvain.”
The Professor nodded to her as she passed. At the door, Edelgard looked back to see Sylvain holding up a black collar. They locked eyes. His face turned as red as his hair and he dropped the collar back into the pile. Edelgard quickly opened the door and slipped out, fervently hoping her own blush was less noticeable.
“Thank you, El.”
Small chance of that, then. Edelgard shook her head and marched off through the courtyard.
(hand-hold prompt list!)
Everybody loves Sylvain
Some edelvain art I drew based on an upcoming scene in my fic
Hello There
This is a blog for the rare pair of Sylvain and Edelgard, whether that be in a platonic sense or a romantic sense. I was partially inspired to start this because of the amount of interest in my “Why Edelgard and Sylvain Should Have Had a Support Chain” post over on my main blog, and the lack of content for the (admittedly far from canon, but fun to think about) ship, as well as the various therapy and headcanon blogs that have been popping up, such as theeeveetamer’s Azure Moon Omegaverse au, claudes-therapy-center and ferdinands-love-club.
Now, I don’t really know how Tumblr works when it comes to interacting with other users (My main blog is really just a convenient way for me to reblog and keep track of fan content I like), so please have patience with me if I take a while to figure things out xD
Depending on if I feel like it or not, I may eventually expand to other Crimson Flower rare pairs.
inspired by this fic (+ meme format from this page of tails gets trolled lol)
