Hello! I'm new here, I don't know if you're still taking requests, but if so, I'd like to request headcanons or scenario (whichever you think is best), from Dimitri or Claude in the post-timeskip, with a reader who has a crush on them, but who is extremely shy, like Komi-san's personality (I don't know if you know her 😅). People often think the reader is cold, but in reality she just can't talk because she's too shy.
I haven't written for fire emblem in a while but so I hope I'm not rusty
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When you both were students, Claude had been unable to figure you out like he had with his other peers. At first, it had piqued his curiosity, as he didn't like to brag, but Claude would like to think that he could get a good read on people at least.
When he had offered you a chance to join him years later, he was much more surprised to learn of your unique personality. Many thought you were outright rude, even still, as you often kept to yourself. Conversations were most often one-sided, with you providing short answers or only nodding your head. Of course, Claude knew people would assume regardless on if you truly meant it or not.
They didn't see how your eyes lit up whenever he snuck you an extra serving of your favorite dish, nor how you cracked a bit of a smile when he set a swindling merchant on his way when they tried to scam you, only for the merchant to lose out on the deal in the end. A part of Claude couldn't help but feel a little proud that only he was privy to such things. Even so, the heir to the alliance knew that you didn't purposefully do things to seem standoffish.
But you had your moments of hidden kindness. If Leonie needed new wire to restring her bow, it would be conveniently left in a spot you knew she'd be in. If Ignatz needed paints that would've been harder to get due to the conflict, then somehow he had fresh pots of them.
Upon confrontation one day, you had all but fled the scene. Claude, of course, never knowing when to leave well enough alone, followed you. And the rest was history.
"Claude, stop it!" You hiss as he simply smiles knowingly at you. Onlookers watched in shock as he took you by hand to stand in the middle of the freshly restored hall. It was a celebratory scene, the alliance having won and whatnot. He had bowed before you, kissing your knuckles. All but announcing who you were to him without saying it out loud. A melodic sounding laugh leaves him, as he stands now, pulling you as close as propriety allows.
Strings of instruments are plucked, music begins again. Claude leads in the dance, despite your chagrin. Other couples begin to join, prompted by your unofficial lead.
Your heated face does not deter Claude's advances either. If anything, it goads him on, his watchful eyes careful as you follow him in a waltz. For once you're relieved your two left feet do not seem to make an appearance.
Of course, that’s quickly rectified when Claude, rather unceremoniously, dips you and presses a kiss to your lips in front of the other attendees.
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When it came to your silence, Dimitri understood it was more than you thought he would. When you’d sit on a nearby bench, or rather it could have been rubble for all he knew, you were not perturbed by his ramblings.
In a way, he almost thought it was a way to show him that, in your own way, you too saw him.
Once, he had seen you standing in the back of the group, as Hanneman went on his current lecture of magic and their relativity to crests. You were quietly taking notes, and your current table partner had all but given up at making any kind of conversation, as you simply stared, nodded or shook your head at any questions.
It was a small thing, how your solemnity spoke over your voice. Although he flushed at remembering Hanneman’s clipped tone when asking what the then Prince found so interesting that he was interrupting the lesson.
He had found a note in messy scrawl, first an apology, then the next, a small diagram of the lesson’s more complex equations. He’d seen you quickly leaving the scene, leaving him to ponder.
Now, years later, you were sitting beside him. Dimitri’s cold silence was a bitter thing. But you had remained. Something like guilt twists inside of him, but he cannot find the words to properly convey his feelings.
His mouth opens and closes, but no words come out. Instead, you take the first words.
“Annette made you these,” Your voice is a soft thing. Raspy almost, most likely from a lack of use. So quiet that if it was not just the two of you in this dilapidated chapel, he’d have to strain himself to hear it.
A bundled cloth is placed in his hands, he felt warmth, as he’d removed his gloves, while you got to work mending them. As he carefully untied it, he saw steaming bread rolls. Despite himself, hunger rumbled in his gut.
You make no sound that is laughter or derision. As you simply thread the needle to sew. You watch as he tears into the rolls, few bits of steam that make you blink in surprise more than anything.
The napkin is folded neatly when he’s done. As though he’s remembered himself being with present company. You trade him for newly mended gloves.
“Thank you,” He finally mumbles.
You only nod, placing the folded napkin in a bag that you had with you. The small box of needles and thread had been placed away there too. You’re all packed and ready to go.
But you don’t leave.
You don’t pull away when Dimitri’s fingers brush against yours either. A tap then two, as you both sit quietly. The moon is hidden by the clouds for a moment as you look up at the sky. Then your expression softens when the clouds finally clear up.
tags: wholesome fluff, admiring from afar, secret gifts
dimitri always had his eyes on you and you weren't even aware of it. the leader of the blue lions was absolutely smitten with you, always admiring you from afar, yet never daring to get too close to you
the two of you were classmates, friends even, yet dimitri never dared to get too close to you. he was too shy, too nervous to make a move on you. he practically had no experience with romance and the last thing he wanted to do was mess things up with you!
you were always so kind to him, whenever you spoke. you always knew the right things to say, always appeared in the right moments and always brightened up his day
dimitri cared about you a lot, which was exactly why he didn't want to jeopardize what you two already had. and yet, he wanted you to know you were loved and appreciated
it all started with a little note he left on your desk before class. a small compliment with a heart next to it. something simple and sweet, that could've come from anyone
notes turned into small gifts, like flowers or chocolate. and as everyone began to speculate who your secret admirer might be, dimitri acted oblivious to it all
though what could've given away to you that he was your secret admirer all along was that he told you that someone wonderful like you deserves to get all the love and attention out there. and that there must be countless suitors out there, just hoping to one day make you theirs…
Send in a character + a prompt and I'll write a drabble - smut prompts below the cut
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✩ Brushing a stray hair out from their s/o's face mid-conversation and sometimes not even realising they did it ✩
✩ Fixing their clothes when noticing they look disheleved ✩
✩ Holding onto their s/o's hand and forgetting to let go ✩
✩ Staring at their lips waiting for the right moment to kiss them ✩
✩ Listening to them ramble about a topic their passionate about while thinking about how cute they are the whole time ✩
✩ Stopping everything the second their s/o calls them a term of endearment the first time ✩
✩ Getting annoyed when someone interrupts their date - it gets worse if the person doesn't go away ✩
✩ Their s/o asking if they look good in an outfit and their trying to find a way to voice their opinion without dropping to their knees from how pretty they look ✩
✩ Letting their s/o get away with something they'd wouldn't let anyone else do. And they always deny this the case ✩
✩ Trying to say no but their s/o has given them the puppy dog eyes and is saying please way too sweetly ✩
✩ Sending texts to their s/o anytime they see something that makes them think about their s/o ✩
✩ Putting a hand to their hand to their s/o's forehead when they look sick, ordering them straight to bed when they feel burning ✩
✩ Attempting to hide how happy they are to be around their s/o but they always end up smiling one way or another ✩
✩ Finding a piece of paper their s/o left lying around that's full of little scribbles with their intials in hearts ✩
✩ Seeing their s/o wearing an article of their clothing. Or alternatively catching them asleep with it ✩
✩ Them pretending to be asleep when their s/o walks into the room just to see what they'd do ✩
✩ Trying to find the willpower to crawl out of bed in the morning only for their s/o to try and convince them to stay by any means necessary ✩
✩ Giving different types of kisses to see how their s/o reacts, like forehead kisses or kissing the back of their hand ✩
✩ Purposefully doing things that would make their s/o blush just to tease them when their s/o is trying to pretend it doesn't effect them at all ✩
✩ Calling their s/o just because they wanted to hear their voice and finding random things to talk about ✩
✩ Getting caught looking at their s/o with a loving gaze and them trying to pretend it didn't happen ✩
✩ Letting their s/o do their makeup but not expecting s/o to stradle their waist or be so close while trying to put on eyeliner ✩
✩ Hovering over the couch at midnight because their s/o is sleeping their after an argument and trying not to look pathetic while asking them to come to bed ✩
✩ Fumbling through the first time together even though no one involved has any idea what their doing ✩
✩ Or them guiding their virgin s/o through their first time ✩
✩ Interlocking fingers during the act and slowing down just to be able to look into each other's eyes ✩
✩ Waking up the morning after and wanting a repeat performance from the night before ✩
✩ Them practically dropping to their knees the second their s/o talks about needing them ✩
✩ Being desperate to hear their s/o's pleasure that they will happily spend all day trying to get every sound out of them that they can ✩
✩ Getting off/getting turned on from their s/o's pleasure and not wanting anything in return ✩
✩ Not seeing their s/o for the longest time and just needing to get their hands all over them the second s/o comes back ✩
✩ Giving their s/o a sweet kiss before going into detail about all the things they want to do to them (or have done to them) ✩
✩ Wanting to make their s/o is only thinking about them in that moment and not being satisified until the only word s/o can say is their name ✩
✩ Having sex while thinking about starting a family together (breeding kink) ✩
✩ Commenting on how wet/hard their s/o is like they weren't eagerly trying to get their hands on them the second they saw s/o ✩
✩ Reassuring their s/o that they don't need to give them oral but being mesmerised when s/o does ✩
✩ Trying to not to drag their s/o off to the nearest secluded area when their s/o waltzes out in an outfit they know drives them crazy ✩
✩ Soft sex where it's just full of "I love you"s and adoration ✩
CW: Mentions of stalking, mentions of threats towards the reader, descriptions of murder and blood.
The red wolf moon was fast approaching and within, came the order of heroes' festival. Usually you would be so excited to help out, whether by adorning the Askr's main plaza, or hanging out with the heroes you invited. But something had shifted, you were scared to be alone and even more scared to be around other people, you jumped at the sound of weapons and were constantly alert to your surroundings.
There was something wrong with you and Navarre could tell.
Navarre wasn't someone interested in conversations, yet he couldn't let this go unnoticed and decided to face you.
Just... What was going on with you?
Nevertheless, you couldn't give him a full answer, hell, you couldn't even give him an answer at all, you would come up with excuses while squirming under his grip and avoid eye-contact with him. Navarre knew that this would lead to nowhere and decided to let you go.
Days had passed since he confronted you, the long-haired man attempted to forget about the whole ordeal, yet fate seemed to have other plans as he overheard your conversation between you, Shamir and Igrene, who also had taken notice of your odd behavior. It turned out to be the infatuation of a secret admirer, or so they claimed on the tons of creepy letters that they sent, full of threats towards you and your friends. Whoever it was the person, they appeared to want to isolate you, hence why you avoided everyone.
If only you could see Navarre's expression, you would be able to see the rage rising on his face, you would feel absolute fear at his sight. You believe that you revealed more than you should have and leave the archers behind, as you mumbled to yourself about how much you wanted the person to leave you alone, and about how much you longed for this to end.
Right now, Navarre wasn't Archanea's swordmaster, he was a ninja, even if it was for a festival, he followed the path of the Hoshidan generals, he would protect his master, the one he was bonded to.
He would protect you.
This was the night that Navarre would put his skills to the test, he stayed up all night, watching over your chambers, keeping an eye at your surroundings, until he took notice of a mysterious figure, someone who he had never seen had infiltrated the order of heroes' grounds and roamed around Askr's barracks freely. Navarre had located the threat.
Navarre, for as long as he can remember, he never backed down from a job, no matter how dirty or immoral, and he knew for sure that he wasn't going to back down now. This person was a danger towards you, and that was a good enough reason to eliminate them.
He played the waiting game, lurking for that small opportunity to intervene. His eyes locked on the person's figure, it was a man, younger than him, maybe around your age, too clumsy and weak, he didn't seem that he could even wield a healing staff. This was the guy that tormented you? He wanted to laugh, if it weren't for the knife that he held on tightly, as he walked towards your private chambers. It was time.
Navarre sneaked around, making sure that no one was around, he slowly approached the man from behind, raising the naginata on his right hand and struck him down from behind, as well as covering the man's mouth with his left hand, not allowing for the man to make a sound. The stranger dropped the knife as Navarre slashed his throat and blood dripped from the cut and he choked from it. Your stalker fell on his knees, losing the strength of his body, Navarre released the lips of the man, and pierced his chest with both of his naginatas, and again, and again, every strike that he dealt reflected his disgust, hatred and the rage he felt towards this fool of a man. The simple sight of him, was enough to make Navarre's blood boil.
When Navarre concluded with his job, the man's body was gutted beyond recognition, his heart peeked from his insides and his blood splashed the body's surroundings.
The moon bathed Navarre's beautiful face, covered in crimson blood, he let a satisfied sigh and a smile was plastered on his face, this had been the most fulfilling job he had the pleasure to take on. You were free and you had him to thank! The Archanean soldier cupped the body and carried him towards an unutilized armory storage, he closed the door from the outside and laid his back against the cool metal of the door, his body sliding downwards until he took a seat on the comfortable grass, his gazed followed the moon above him until it disappeared from the sky and got replaced by the warm sun.
The next morning you woke up and started your day as any other - besides from the fear that creeped your entire being, of course - you left your room and were greeted by an overwhelming smell, it was nauseating. You decided to follow the smell, leading you towards one of the storages for the armory and in front of it, laid Navarre, his body and face was stained by red. Was he hurt? It worried you and decided to kneel beside him. You wondered if he hurted him and as if you were an open book, Navarre could tell what you were thinking and asked you about him. You didn't know what to say, you wanted to deny it, back down from this place, but by the look of his eyes, you knew that wasn't an option. Both of you stood up and without expecting it, he pinned you against the cooled door. He wanted you to tell him the truth about everything and you... Did as told.
You told him everything, who the man was, how long this had been going on, all that he had done, etc. The man was the son of one the Order of Heroes' main food providers, a spoiled and unmarried young man who always seek you out, like a kid with a brand new toy, you had previously declined his advances and you believed that he took it well, but the reality was other, at first he was just more demanding for your attention, you couldn't comprehend what made him drive to threatening and stalking. While all his creepy actions were recent, his "crush" on you had been going on for a while.
With each word that came out of your mouth, Navarre got angrier and angrier. He really was a scumbag, someone like him truly deserved an end like that.
You took a big breath before asking if he was the reason that Navarre looked like that. Navarre wondered briefly in his mind about his answer and decided to take your hand, guiding you inside.
And there you saw the most putrid image you had ever seen in your life, the lifeless body of your stalker laying on the floor, his throat, chest and stomach gutted like a fish, fresh and dried blood mixing up in a puddle below him, you could spot several of his organs pooking out, and gods the smell, it made you gag, you wanted to throw up at this sight. This horrifying image would forever be engraved in your mind.
How could this happen?
You felt Navarre's bloodied hands over you, his left hand laying over your shoulder, as his right one cupped your cheeks and chin from behind, you could feel his hot breath between your neck and right ear.
Your wishes were his commands, your enemies were his enemies, that was the oath his swore on as a ninja. He would forever do as his master wants.
AN: If you saw two drafts of this, with one of them being empty, no you didn't.
I don't know what is going on with Tumblr, I tried to save it as a draft but it just published it? I thought I had made a mistake, that I was just too sleepy or something, but no, it wasn't me, its Tumblr being weird ://
Also I made these dividers! I'll probably change them in the future, but for now, they stay!
Yandere! Alfonse who if he had his way his Summoner would never step on a battlefield ever again. He spends hours mulling over ways to get you away from the field and keep you safe but it seems almost impossible. His ultimate conclusion is just to make you his spouse, and a fellow ruler of Askr, so no one can ask that of you. And to keep the idea of you going home a distant memory.
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Yandere! Grima who would have no qualms in burning all the other heroes to ash if it meant to get you to himself. But of course the task could prove rather tedious given the amount of fellow gods among the ranks. He instead settles for slowly trying to indoctrinate you into his cult, whsipers ideas into your ears to tempt you into giving him your full devotion. Send those other whelps back to their worlds and simply keep him, as you need no other.
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Yandere! Mila purposefully over indulges you. She tells you that you're working yourself far too hard and to come and relax. At first her concern was genuine, but when you do so it's one of the few times she's able to have you all to herself. Her sweet little Summoner, how greedy she became to get you alone. She finds herself whispering sweet promises of taking away all of your worries and stresses if you simply submit yourself to her fully.
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Yandere! Loki finds you to be one of her most entertaining past times by far. You'd have no idea that she likes you at all, given that she spends a lot of her time taunting you in the forms of other heroes. But it's part of her affection. To pick apart your psyche using every face at her disposal to understand the best way to get you in the palm of her hands. And it's oh so amusing even when she's the one that causes you that distress how you end up seeking comfort in her arms regardless.
hybrid!ephraim x reader. they are married. afab!reader. suggestive. 1k words. his new skin in fe shadows did some serious damage on my brain
Falling in love with Ephraim is as natural as breathing. You have been doing this for the longest time, when you were kids, and you were assigned Eirika’s health, but ended up patching up her twin more than half the time you should have spent with her.
That’s how you discovered Ephraim’s personality, wound by wound. A teen striving for freedom, but with an unquenching need to protect, head on his shoulders, knowing his duties come before any desires.
A love you thought was unrequited that grew during war and blossomed at the end, when the heart carried less burden, and he could only focus on you.
You saw zombies, devils, and giant spiders. You found yourself healing wounds no textbook had ever mentioned-
“Dear, don’t say a word.” But seeing Ephraim with fluffy ears and a tiger tail to match, walking down the main hall with the mixture of the confidence of a king and the shame of a kid getting caught stealing, was a sight you would never be able to imagine.
You lift your hand in defeat at his words, teeth biting your lower lip to suppress the smile fighting to break free.
“Do-” He stood in front of you, green eyes suddenly softer, voice a mere murmur, “Do you think you can make these disappear?” Fluffy pointy ears lowering.
“Why? I bet your new look will be loved by the population. A new fashion icon.”
You hear him mumble your name, as if scolding you, but you do not care, as your eyes are already fixed on his fluffy ears, twitching at every sound.
“Don’t joke, dear. The situation is dire.” You feel his tail wrapping around your waist, pushing your body closer to his.
You have to admit you don’t see anything dire; if anything, you just found him cuter.
“Is the makeup a new look or is it permanent-”
Again, his green eyes cloud at your words. “I think you are enjoying this situation a bit too much.”
“...Can I call you tiger from now on?” This time Ephraim laughed with you.
Ephraim's behaviour didn’t change much; if anything, his emotions became more evident as he couldn’t cover the instinctual behaviour of his tail or ears, but he was never one to hide his feelings, always honest with his sentiments.
Oh, his snores became louder. Maybe that was the only real problem with this new transformation.
While your husband spends his time training, noticing the newfound strength this curse granted him, you spend your time searching for a magic to turn him back to normal, because, no matter how adorable Ephraim is, he really can’t be taken seriously like that.
And it’s during one of those evenings that you hear his voice calling for you.
“I know it’s bedtime, but this paragraph may help you out-” You hear his steps coming closer, the heel of his boots clicking on the pavement of your centuries-old library. “I even asked L’Arachel for help- Don’t worry! I didn’t say you were the one who got cursed, I know how she becomes-”
You don’t turn around, but his steps still. You can feel him behind you, not a word escaping his lips, but you can hear his heavy breath. “I think I’m gonna ask Lute for help next-”
You yelp. His strong hands lift and turn you around. That’s when you notice something is different. Green irises overshadowed by his wide pupils, sweat rolling down his cheeks. “I could smell you from the training ground-” He gasps, and a shiver runs down your spine.
The training grounds are so far that they could be considered in another town.
“I need you.” Ephraim states, his voice not trembling, not asking. Just taking, as his lips found yours in what seems more a battle than a passionate kiss.
“Ephraim, are you sure-”
“Please.” You feel him beg on your lips, his hands fondling your skin beneath the thin housegown you’re wearing.
“Okay.” You moan into his mouth, the keyword that snapped the last string of self-control Ephraim had.
He turns you around, manhandling you, reminding you how training in the art of the lance and wars sculpted his body. Your body naturally pushes against him, while your hands search for his as they grip the end of your nightgown to lift it up, bunching it in his hands.
His nose caresses your neck, and you move your head to the side, giving yourself to him. You feel him breathing in your scent, before his sharper-than-normal canines bite into your soft skin; the gasp that leaves your mouth reverberates in the library walls.
“Ah- Ephraim!” His tongue drags over the teeth marks on your skin, his lips then sliding to the back of your neck. His warmth and heavy breath make you arch against his body, needing to be burned by his heat.
“Hands on the desk.” Ephraim growls, his tail now twirling around your thigh.
“Someone could walk by-” You gasp, as his hand gropes your chest, the thin layer of your housegown not providing any protection.
“Shhh, nobody will. “ He whispers so close to your ears that pleasure makes you arch again against him. He takes your hands in his much bigger ones, making you grasp the end of your skirt before positioning them on the desk.
“Good.” Ephraim kisses your cheek before sliding lower, getting on his knees in front of your bare back. “You smell divine.” You hear him chant as his scorching lips kiss down your spine. His hands aren’t on you anymore, and you miss them terribly immediately.
You look down with the corner of your eyes, and then you understand why of the sudden break; Ephraim removed his gloves.
And he doesn’t make you wait much more, hands on the fat of your ass, massaging and groping. You choke a moan, pleasure tickling your skin mostly due to the shame of feeling bliss by recognising your husband’s callouses pressing into your skin.
You feel his breath on your core, a growl that has very little of human in it, escaping his throat. Ephraim’s hands slide down to the apex of your thighs, long, thick fingers leaving indents on your skin as he keeps you in place.
“Hold tight-” Your legs already tremble, as you feel his tongue so near, but not enough, to your core. “This will be a long night.”
Hello, my lovelies! I wrote this in an attempt to psyche myself up for these next few days as I will be traveling for a job interview. I hope you all have been staying warm these past few weeks (the temperature has been consistently negative where I am now). I will attempt to start working on my inbox once I return. This work was not originally going to go this far in-depth, but this is where the story wanted to go. Nonetheless, please enjoy!
Requests are open. The story will continue under the cut.
After what might have been a ten minute walk, Professor Byleth halted her Blue Lions in the middle of the woods surrounding the monastery. You felt the warmth of the late spring sun shining through the trees; an experience made more pleasant by the soft breeze rifling through your hair.
You and Ingrid had been speculating what exercise you might be coming outside to do, taking an opportunity to make conversation during the walk. Each Friday, the professor enforced some group activity - shopping relays in town, competitive hunting, blindfolded sparring matches - to let everyone better learn the strengths of their classmates.
Sure enough, you watched the former mercenary pull the infamous blindfolds out of the satchel sitting on her waist. A hefty exhale resounded next to you.
“Aw, come on! Not this again…” Annette whined.
No one could blame her; Dedue had hit her uncharacteristically hard in the confusion of his blindness during their match. She might even still be sore from last weekend.
“Now, now - repeating the same exercise two weeks in a row wouldn’t be much help to us. This is meant to build our sense of camaraderie, not our dread for the end of the week,” Byleth corrected. “Line up, please.”
You did so, shuffling into a spot between Annette and Ingrid as your teacher scrutinized the class.
Dimitri caught a green bandana in the same second Dedue was handed a brown one. Green for Ashe and Mercedes, brown for you and Annette.
“Teams,” Dedue noted.
“Please tie them around your foreheads. I’ll explain in a moment.”
A brown scrap of fabric landed in Felix’s palm, the bluenette bringing it to his forehead before Ingrid and Sylvain received their green cloths. Silently cheering, you watched Professor Byleth fix the final brown textile to her own head.
“Today’s activity focuses on both stealth and strategy. Everyone received a color responding to their team. Your objective is to steal all of your opponents’ headbands - the first team to lose all of which will lose.”
Immediately, Sylvain reached over Ashe’s head to pull Felix’s bandana off his head, dangling it in the air.
“One down, everyone!”
“You know damn well we haven’t started yet!” the swordsman snapped.
Dimitri grinned, “I must say Felix, I never saw you as someone to be so easily caught off your guard.”
Ingrid hardly held back a snicker, Ashe’s body practically trembling with a similar sentiment as he reflexively moved out of the way of the two nobles.
Felix clenched his hands into fists, “I’ll tear that cloth into tatters while it’s still wrapped around your insolent-”
“That’s quite enough.”
Professor Byleth eyed Sylvain, prompting him to quickly return Felix’s band. Not without receiving a moderate punch to the arm in retaliation, of course.
“The forest will be split down the middle in regards to starting positions. Those with green bands will begin on the east while brown will start on the west. Each team will be given one minute to conceal themselves, come up with a plan, and do anything else they see fit before I sound the whistle.”
“Your opponents’ accessories can be taken by any means necessary. While use of stealth is encouraged, feel free to use weapons and other advantages as you see fit. The goal is to win, first and foremost. Once you are eliminated, you are to return here until we finish.”
“Prepare to sit on your ass for fifteen minutes, boar.”
You couldn’t help the sound that came out of you at that. Dimitri’s eyes flashed over to discern your reaction before his face promptly flushed a light hue of pink.
“Wh- Sylvain took your headband, not me!”
The redhead frowned, lightly ghosting his hand over his new injury, “Throwing me to the wolves so quickly, your Highness? Maybe-”
“Oh, enough already,” Byleth huffed. “Off to the woods with you all. Right now. Sixty seconds!”
Newly motivated by the time constraint, everyone shifted to group up before rushing to their respective sides.
You weaved between the trees, Professor Byleth following close behind as you trailed Dedue and Annette. Not long after you reached a central-western location, Felix instantly pulled the two in front of you aside.
“...-ce at the northern end of the forest where the dirt is…”
A bit confused, you shifted your eyes to meet those of your professor. Apparently, neither of you were invited to this strategy meeting.
That meant you weren’t needed then, right?
It was all the same to you. Better than the same, actually; an archer flying solo on a stealth mission in the woods didn’t sound like a terrible assignment in the least.
To top it all off, Professor Byleth on her own elsewhere in the forest at the same time? The anticipation would surely kill you. Maybe you would even see her skills more personally than you had on the few traditional battlefields your class fought on so far.
You were brought back to the present as your professor turned to you in real life, nodding at you before slipping into the shadow of a thick tree.
Sticking around just a little longer, you gathered enough snippets of Felix’s conversation to understand his plan. He wanted to make a hole in the ground on the northern side large enough to hold as many members of the opposing side as possible. It sounded a bit ambitious, but you supposed that was nothing new concerning the second son.
In any case, your team seemed to masquerade as the better part of a mess. You wondered how things were with Ingrid…
…45, 46, 47…
After a moment, you strengthened your resolve. The best way to see what the other team was up to would be to go see for yourself, right?
Swiftly working your way counterclockwise around the forest, you snuck over to the eastern side, crossing over only upon hearing a shrill note knocking against the trees. It was now imperative to stay hidden in whatever darkness would conceal you. Having a bow certainly made this easier in terms of mobility since you could just sling it across your body.
Even the animals seemed quiet. Accordingly, you were on high alert. Your movements became more careful, more deliberate as your heart began to race in anticipation. No stepping on branches or leaves; just grass and dirt. No bumping against the trees or sudden movements; just liquid flow and shady cover. Soft, swift, and silent.
Once you believed yourself to have rounded the terrain far enough, you stopped, climbing the tree with the best vantage point in the area and scanning the shady path where your opponents must have started. That is, if the ruined leaves on the ground served as any clue. Prepared for action, you took your bow off your back and pulled an arrow out of the slim training quiver you had been given. Patience was a game you were sure to win, especially in such a good position.
Nothing happened, though. You detected no movement, no flash of colors, and you eventually concluded that the other group must have had a similar idea. After all, most people are right handed, so they might have felt more comfortable countering on the northern side than from the south.
You were somewhat discouraged at your failure to help, but it was no big deal. Especially not when you heard the sound of branches snapping back the way you came. Felix’s strategy must have worked - there was nothing else you could imagine that might make that kind of sound. It must have been effective, too; you recalled an offhanded comment he made about Leonie teaching him something about traps.
Resigning yourself to picking off any stragglers that might have strayed from the group near Felix, you lowered yourself from your tree. Perhaps enough time remained for you to return to your side and assess the damages to see who was left.
Progressing back the way you came would be simple enough. Although you were intent on remaining undetected, you heard several branches snapping and some shouting up ahead.
Felix must have really gotten to them.
You grew close enough to the commotion to recognize Dimitri and Ashe’s voices as the ones yelling, but it made no sense. You had hardly moved a few paces past the tree you were in, and you were still circling the southern side of the forest.
Why were they being so loud? Did they lose, or did they forget this was meant to be a stealth exercise?
But that didn’t make sense, either. They were the best listeners in Professor Byleth’s class, barring Annette; there’s no way they would slack off now of all times.
Silently, you crept toward their shouts until you were brought to a wall of greenery. If you went through…
You didn’t have enough time to hide before they came barreling through the bush.
“Woah!” an ambush? And you fell for it, no less?
Ashe’s eyes widened, his natural agility allowing him to dodge you just in time. Dimitri, with no such skill, slammed into you. The two of you crashed into the ground, the prince scrambling to the weapon you knocked out of his hands as Ashe pulled you onto your feet.
“Come on, get up!” the archer begged you.
Dimitri frantically shot off the dirt while Ashe started to guide you in the direction they were running. You didn’t have a moment to collect your thoughts or ask questions.
The crown prince’s longer legs carried him past you before he grabbed your left arm with his free hand. Your right hand still connected to Ashe, the three of you formed a chain for a moment as Dimitri lent you his momentum.
A terrible roar emanated from the bush where the boys appeared, prompting you all to detach and pick up the pace. The sounds of three sets of feet slamming against the dirt bounced off the trees in the forest.
Two crest beasts barrelled through the shrubs, snapping branches in their pursuit of you and your friends.
“How?” you pleaded, your legs moving impossibly faster with the new adrenaline rush.
“No clue,” Dimitri weaved between the trees, his breath heavy, “where they came from.”
A wave of terror pulsed through you. All you felt were eyes on your back, on your friends, and there was nothing you could do about it. They approached, so much larger and covering so much more ground.
Naturally, your smaller size and unfamiliarity with the area caught up with your group. The demons pursuing you could simply demolish the forest in their path, but Dimitri could only get so far before his height forced him to fumble through a group of low-hanging branches.
Unable to slow down, you crashed into him, sprawling to the forest floor. Ashe had once again been attentive and agile enough to change course, but you and the prince lied prone on the ground.
A sound of anticipation came in the form of an unearthly squeal from one of the monsters trailing seconds behind you. If you did nothing here, you would surely die.
Upon noticing Dimitri had again dropped his lance in his fall, you snatched it and flipped over to face one of the beasts, contesting a well-timed snap of its jaw by holding the weapon up and angling it to act as a pike. It worked just well enough to force the creature’s mouth open…
…until the beast’s maw clamped down on the training weapon, struggling over it with you before it splintered and snapped.
Knocked backwards, your shoulders never got the chance to hit the ground. Dimitri had been given enough time to stand, placing his hands under your arms and dragging you back while Ashe shouted from another direction.
The archer’s cries were enough to split the horrific hunting party, though the only thing you and Dimitri did was continue running.
This is hopeless. All our weapons are meant for training, Ashe is on his own, there are no other fighters with us…
“We can’t keep running,” you breathed, looping around a tree to throw the monster off your trail, “something has to change.”
…Felix…
You curved around the forest, switching to head back to your group, “Follow me.”
The two of you determined that zig-zagging was the best way to outrun the monster, though if you slowed down, you would no doubt be back on the ground again.
Intuitively, you followed the path you were fairly certain Dimitri’s teammates must have taken to get to the western part of the forest. All the while, you silently prayed that your legs would continue to carry you at a pace fast enough that the beast wouldn’t gain too much ground.
Not that it could be helped; you took two strides for every one of the beast’s.
“Felix! Felix, where are you?”
“Felix!” Dimitri followed your lead.
A figure appeared in the distance, his fair skin and blue hair giving him away, “Why the hell are you two-?”
The shriek from the beast trailing you and the prince drowned out the rest of his sentence.
“Felix, where’s the trap?!”
“Shit,” he cursed, though you couldn’t hear. “This way!”
Pushing yourself just a bit further, you forced your mind to ignore the screams of protest from your body. Felix sprinted just ahead of you, his lack of fatigue allowing him to match pace with your adrenaline spike before he rounded a bush.
“Get the professor!” your teammate ordered someone you couldn’t see.
Dimitri rushed past you to follow the bluenette. Upon leaving the beast’s line of sight, however, he was yanked into the large shrub. You recognized Felix’s hand wrapping around your arm before you stumbled into him, entering the branches as well.
“Thank you, Dedue,” you heard Dimitri’s voice next to you, the phrase uttered out between gasps for air.
It was in the split second before the beast rounded the shrub that you turned your head and recognized the trick. The covering on the pit was placed in the path next to the bush you four were in. If someone hadn’t known to stop and take a route through the hedge, they would have fallen through the dirt.
And upon seeing Professor Byleth appear at the other end of the pit, creator sword drawn to lure the crest beast toward her, you recognized how smart your teammates really were.
The pit wasn’t big enough to hold a crest beast by any means, but it certainly did the trick to immobilize it as the monster lost its footing. A well placed strike to the crest stone on the back of its neck shattered the source of its power. You could only stare at the crumbling animal, its bony limbs reduced to dust. The only thing lying in the crater at the end was…
“A person?” Dedue balked.
You moved to get a closer look before realizing Felix still had his arm around you.
“Um…”
Absentmindedly, he released you, throwing an apology over his shoulder before going to examine the woman lying dead in what very much could have been her grave.
Unbeknownst to you, your body was beginning to shut down. Running all that way left you exhausted, and having done so at a sprint certainly didn’t make matters any better. Yet the second you sank to the ground to truly catch your breath, you remembered.
Ashe.
“P-Professor,” you coughed, “...Ashe-”
“...What?”
“Damn, we left Ashe in the forest!” Dimitri agonized.
Byleth’s eyes sharpened, “Understood. I’ll go find him.”
“I’m coming, too.”
“What?” Felix questioned. “No, there’s no way - you’re way too tired.”
“Dimitri and I are the only ones who know where he is!”
At this, the prince attempted to rise from his position bracing on his knees “Then I’ll go.”
“Are you kidding me? You’re a worse candidate than I am - you’re still bleeding from the trees!”
“Bleeding? I’m not-”
“Your highness,” Dedue cut him off, “your chest.”
Certainly, his uniform was ripped in places, blood pooling out from the cuts he received when he scraped himself on the branches, earlier.
“You must not have felt it due to the adrenaline. We should get you to Mercedes.”
Sure of yourself, you began to walk backwards in the direction you came from, “Professor, there’s no time! You have your sword, so if push comes to shove, I’ll be fine. Ashe doesn’t have a proper weapon, though, and he must have been running for a long time!”
Professor Byleth wasted no words, “Fine then. Lead the way.”
As the two of you picked up the pace, she turned to call out, “Be sure to clear that girl out of the pit! Get her to Mercedes!”
The dull ache in your legs became impossible to ignore once you ran back into the forest. Still, through a mix of retracing your steps and following the sounds of roaring and trees snapping, you managed to get close to where you and Ashe had parted ways.
Sure enough, several trees had been reduced to splinters and fallen trunks. The damage created a small clearing, through which you could see your friend. He looked really out of it, the forest around him a mess from the beast’s rage.
“Ashe! Over here!”
The professor hit the creature a few times with her sword, extending its reach to divert its attention to herself. Recognizing her attempts to hurt it, the beast reared its head and focused its efforts on Byleth.
She had provided enough of a distraction that Ashe could make it to you. Allowing himself a moment’s respite, he braced himself on his knees similar to how Dimitri had earlier. Breathless, the two of you watched your mentor’s skills at work.
The creator sword would wrap around the wild creature’s neck; Byleth’s obvious attempt at trying to break the stone. Each time, the tether was countered by a snap of the beast’s teeth, or her attack missed entirely. The angle was impossible from where she was standing.
“Fall back, you two - I’ll be right behind you!”
Ashe began to protest, “But-”
“You’re both tired, you’ll need whatever headstart I can give y-ngh!”
Her opponent had grown impatient, swiping its claws at the chain of her sword before her next attack could connect. The weapon was yanked to the side, knocking the professor off balance for a moment and sending the weapon flying out of her hand.
“Just go! I promise I’ll be right there!”
Willing your legs to move, you grabbed Ashe’s wrist and pulled him up, guiding him the first few steps of the way. Once he managed to find his footing, you took a position to lead him back to the group in the west.
You didn’t think you would be able to do much of anything tomorrow, after this. The taste of blood stained your every breath, your throat felt dry to the point it hurt, and you were surprised you could even lift your legs anymore. The adrenaline had worn off by the time you left Dimitri with Dedue.
The noise increasing behind you cut off your train of thought. The pounding of paws much heavier than your own feet thundered against the forest floor. Leaves crushed so loudly you could have sworn they were snapping logs, and the veil of the safety you thought you still had was quickly torn away.
What about Professor Byleth? She should have been on her feet, should have caught up to you and Ashe by now if-
“Keep moving!”
The voice next to you startled you almost enough to make you lose your footing, but a steady hand at your back and the sight of a flash of green hair at your side kept you upright.
“Over here, Professor! This way!”
Annette waved her arms over her head, signaling a new location nearby. They must have created a separate trap in the time you had been away.
But why…?
A snap at your backs inspired the three of you to round this new shrub at record speed. This time, you were ready when Dedue pulled you into the bushes.
“Woah!”
You supposed you had forgotten to warn Ashe.
Sure enough, everything else was the same story, just with different people. The Professor pivoted out of Sylvain’s hold in time to pull the sword she retrieved from her hip. The beast fell in the trap upon rounding the hedge, giving her a more advantageous angle to properly fracture the stone, reverting the creature to the body of a young man.
“I don’t understand,” Felix’s brow furrowed, Ashe ducking out of his hold and falling to the ground to finally breathe.
You were beginning to feel similarly. Were it not for Dedue, you doubted you would be standing. Your classmate seemed privy to this knowledge, as well.
“I will bring you to Mercedes.”
A nod was all you could muster while Dedue bent to put an arm beneath your legs, lifting you off the ground. The air you were practically drinking filled your lungs with more oxygen than you thought they could hold, and your resulting breaths sounded almost raspy. Respectfully, you ensured that your head was turned away from Dedue (though it was also to ensure you could get as much air as possible).
Even still, you managed to catch the final words of those behind you.
“Why didn’t you just take that girl to Mercedes and reuse the last trap?” Professor Byleth wondered.
“Well…” Sylvain, “there wasn’t really a point...she was already dead.”
“...then…this boy…?”
You tried not to focus on the silence that followed her final question.
A few paces later and Dedue had made it to the outskirts of the woods. It was where you all met at the beginning of the exercise.
Mercedes approached the two of you before you cleared the trees, guiding Dedue to set you down on a patch of soft grass in the shade next to three green scraps of fabric. She must have anticipated your arrival.
“Will she be alright?”
“Oh, yes,” Mercedes assured him, though her light tone didn’t match the furrow of her brows. “She’s mostly dealing with fatigue, but the strain on her lungs should be soothed before she tries to go anywhere.”
A moment of silence.
“Where is his Highness?”
The glow of soft magic hovered over you before you felt inclined to close your eyes. You tried not to focus on the strange feeling coursing through you - you still weren’t used to healing spells, yet.
“He and Ingrid went back to the monastery to consult Lady Rhea about all this.” She sighed, and you felt a pause in the flow of her enchantment, “I don’t really understand everything that happened today. It all feels so wrong.”
“I agree. There should not have been any crest beasts this close to the academy. The knights should have noticed.”
Another pause led to a stronger wave of magic passing through your lungs; it was all you could do to focus on breathing next to this weird feeling, but you opened your eyes just to make sure you were still okay.
“I will head back to the monastery as well.”
The healer nodded, “I’ll let the professor know.”
“Let me know what?”
It seemed the rest of your class made it out of the forest. Professor Byleth approached at the lead, followed close behind by Annette, and finally by Felix and Sylvain supporting a pale and winded Ashe.
As Dedue filled your teacher in on everything, Mercedes abandoned you to go help Ashe. Annette replaced her, kneeling where her friend sat just a moment ago to continue her work. Fortunately, you didn’t feel like there was much left to do.
“Right. You can head back. Take some of the training weapons with you, please - I have a feeling everyone else will have their hands full by the time we head back.”
Dedue removed the brown band wrapped around his forehead, adding it to the pile lying about a meter away from your feet. Picking up the discarded wooden lance, bow, and sword lying in a pile closer to the woods, he turned and wordlessly took the path leading back to Garreg Mach.
“My bow…” you remembered, testing out your voice from your position on the ground, “I think…I dropped it somewhere in the forest?”
Felix scoffed, “With the amount of trees those beasts managed to fell, I don’t think a bit more wood lying around would hurt anyone. The Church can just buy a new one. They replace training weapons all the time.”
“Take it from Felix, they’re used to broken weapons,” Sylvain grinned. “Repairing a broken bow can’t be much different than replacing a missing one.”
A small huff of air came from the swordsman’s nose at his classmate’s remark. Rather than respond, however, he just turned back to you.
“How the hell are you still awake after all that? I expected you to have passed out by now.”
“Me? Shouldn’t you be more worried about Ashe? Whatever running I did, he ran and then some.”
“He did pass out.”
Turning your head to where Mercedes knelt, you found your friend sleeping on the grass, uneven breaths heaving from his chest.
After everything he went through by himself, you could only think that he deserved to rest.
“Professor? What is it?”
Annette’s inquisition immediately led your mind to drop the subject, turning instead to see Professor Byleth lost in thought.
“I’m just…trying to understand something. Those people that came from those monsters - did I kill them, or were they already dead? How did this happen so close to the monastery without anyone coming to help us? And…”
No one knew what to say. You hadn’t recognized the people that died, not their clothing or their faces.
“Nevermind. We need to head back in case anything else unexpected is looking to find us.”
“That should be just fine, Professor,” Mercedes agreed. “I’ve made sure these two are stable. The best thing for everyone now would be to rest.”
“Very well,” your teacher began circling around to everyone, collecting their headbands to place in the bag she had left here earlier.
Annette extended her hand out before Professor Byleth made her way over to the two of you. Taking it, you attempted to get up only to be frustrated by the fatigue of your legs. A sharp inhale followed by a hiss of pain accompanied the feeling of Annette lowering you back to the ground.
“Yeah…might not be ready for that yet…” you gritted your teeth.
Byleth walked over, tugging the brown textile off your head in a fluid motion, “Sylvain, please help her get back to the monastery. Felix, you can carry Ashe.”
“What?!”
Sylvain barely contained his laughter, approaching you with easy footsteps and lifting you off the ground bridal-style.
“You’re sure you want Sylvain of all people carrying the woman that can’t walk? Or fend for herself right now, for that matter?”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of experience with this sort of thing.”
“...with carrying people?” you raised a brow.
Sylvain winked, “...with carrying women that can’t walk.”
Professor Byleth hit him on the back of the head so hard that Sylvain dropped you on the ground.
You landed, reeling with a small squeak and a light curse. Your breath came labored through your teeth from the incidental blow to your legs. Not that it could have hurt as much as whatever she just did to Sylvain.
“Agh- What the hell, Professor?!”
“You and Felix have done an excellent job of changing my mind. I think we would all feel better if you volunteered to carry Ashe back with us, instead.”
Now it was Felix’s turn to fight a smirk, though he was hardly trying. After making sure you were okay from your slight fall, he picked you up in much the same way Sylvain had mere moments ago.
Meanwhile, Sylvain seemed to be making a point to carry Ashe over his shoulders.
The seven of you headed back to the monastery together, Professor Byleth calling off her lessons for the beginning of next week just to make sure everyone was well rested. Annette tried to reason that taking the weekend off would be plenty of time for most of the Blue Lions. After all, you, Dimitri, and Ashe were the only ones that really suffered any fatigue. Your teacher countered that if she were holding class, you three were the most likely suspects to insist on attending regardless, no matter how badly you were injured.
Perhaps you left too good of an impression on the professor today for her to think such things of you. Regardless, you agreed with her, if only to save Annette from the pointed glares of Felix and Sylvain at the idea of rejecting a day out of class.
PLEASSEEEE MAKE A SANE MALONEY FIC‼️‼️ he’s so underrated :( I’d love if you made a super cute fluff fic where he has a crush on you but you don’t notice so he keeps trying his best to flirt with you
Everyone But You (Zane Maloney X Oblivious! Reader)
Fandom: RPF/Random Drivers
Requested: Clearly (I LOVE HIM I CANT-)
Warnings: None
POV: Second Person (You/your/They/them)
W.C. 1143
Summary: Zane is trying to ask out his crush, but it seems they can't catch a hint.
As always, my requests are OPEN
MASTERLIST // HITLIST
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It seemed like everywhere Zane looked, you were there. You were there in Formula 3 (at least the end of it), Formula 2, and now, you were in Formula E. He wouldn't complain about it, though, because he came to terms with the long-standing crush he's had on you a while ago.
This year, he was determined to tell you. His plan was simply to start off light and slowly work up the courage to ask you out. It was foolproof.
He came into the FE paddock for the first race with a bright smile directed at you. You would smile back as your cheeks heat up and give him a small wave. He mirrored your movement before he was pulled toward the garage for media duties.
The next time he saw you was around lunch. You were seated in a shaded area away from the hustle and bustle of the paddock. He thought about going over to you, but he decided against it, opting to just subtly watch you from afar. That was until you made eye contact and gestured for him to join you. You didn't have to tell him twice.
"What's the boy from Barbados doing eating alone?" You teased after he sat down in front of you. You had brought your own food and offered him some of the fruit you cut up.
"I would've joined you earlier, but it looked like you were enjoying your peace," he chucked as he looked into your eyes before taking some of the fruit you offered. His hand briefly brushed against yours, and you jerked your hand back. Immediately, he could see the slight blush across your face but chose not to comment on it. "Thought you wanted some alone time."
"You're always allowed to join me, but only you," You winked, going back to your fruits. You went back to what you were looking at on your phone. That's when Zane knew he would need to be a little more "out there" with his flirting.
"So, uh," Zane cleared his throat before thinking of something to say, "What were you doing on your phone?"
"Just emails, pretty boring if you ask me," You groaned but smiled anyway. "Just a couple of assignments I need to do, meetings I need to attend, things I need to make sure I get pictures of, and posts I need to make. That kind of stuff. Don't get me wrong, I love my job! It's just a bit much when everything gets thrown on you at the last minute."
"What exactly do you do?" He asked, genuinely curious, "I don't think we ever talked about that."
"I used to run Taylor's social media alone, but when he moved to Mclaren, their PR team took over. Then, I got a job assisting with the official FE accounts, but the person I was assisting just went on maternity leave. It's all on me now, and it's a little stressful."
"I'm sorry about that," He sympathized, leaning forward to place a hand on your knee and grab your attention. "If you ever need anything, let me know."
"Thank you, Zane. I can always count on the boy from Barbados to save me," You replied, lightly hitting his shoulder before you stood up to take a call.
Zane felt like he could combust. There was no way you couldn't see his advances, right? Maybe he needed to use the big guns.
"Taylor, I need to talk to you!" Zane called over during a break in interviews. You were working from the hotel today because you had chain meetings all day, and it was easier to attend them from your hotel room. This was Zane's chance. "I need to talk to you about Y/n."
"If this has anything to do with their lack of awareness of subtle cues, you have to be very," Taylor emphasized, "clear about it."
"Wait, you know?" Zane replied in shock, with his eyes wide at Taylor.
"Everybody does," Taylor chuckled, "Well, everybody except Y/n, but that's not surprising. They've always been oblivious to everything around them. Just tell them flat out. They won't notice otherwise."
That was the exact push Zane needed.
The next opportunity came almost a week later, and it was almost a deja vu moment. There you were, seated in a shaded area, eating some fruit you brought and looking at your phone. He didn't need you to wave him over this time as he took a deep breath and sat next to you.
"What's the plan for today, boy from Barbados?" You questioned when you noticed who was next to you.
"Go out with me?" He blurted out, and you slowly looked over at him. Well, that wasn't part of the plan. Zane almost started stuttering out excuses, but he noticed the slight upturn of your lips and shut himself up.
"You're kidding," You gasped before realizing you did it out loud. "Wait, that's not what I meant. I meant it in a 'you want to go out with me?' kind of way. I just never expected you to want to be with me! I don't think I remember anything that would have hinted at you wanting to be with me, at least."
"You're kidding, right?" Zane chuckled lightly as he reached out for your hand hesitantly until you moved your hand closer to his and entwined your fingers with his. "I was starting to think you didn't like me back because you weren't responding to my flirting attempts, which is fine if you don't feel the same way! I ended up going to get advice from Taylor on how to talk to you, and apparently, everyone knew that I wanted to be with you. Well, everyone but you."
"Oh, my bad," You replied quietly before looking up at him shyly, "I'm sorry I'm a little clueless sometimes, but if it makes you feel better, I would love to go out with you."
"You don't have to say that to save my feelings, you know," Zane sighed in disappointment, thinking this was a rejection.
"Zane, do you know why I let you sit with me every lunch?" You questioned him with a soft smile as you encouraged him to look at you. He shook his head as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but he let you continue without interrupting. "It's because I like being around you. I don't have many people I like in FE yet, but you have always been one of my favorite people to be around."
"What? Why did you never tell me?" Zane gasped in shock, but it made so much sense as he thought back to your previous conversations.
"It seems like everyone else knew," You chuckled as you placed a hand on his cheek and leaned in slightly before pausing, "Well, everyone but you."
