#fe3h fic

[faerghusfourfanfictionblog]

Two Princes - Ch 29

https://archiveofourown.org/works/84233206/chapters/238953651

this one goes out to all the dorolix fans. they're great. <3

[faerghusfourfanfictionblog]

the number of times I've typed Sylveon while trying to write Sylvain is too damn high

[lovealwaysrin]

petrichor (noun): pe·​tri·​chor ˈpe-trə-ˌkȯr

: a distinctive, earthy, usually pleasant odor that is associated with rainfall especially when following a warm, dry period

dimitri meets edelgard before the final battle to lay his memories of her to rest.

"Why does it matter that she didn't wield the blade that took the life of the Kingdom's beloved shield?" The fallen monarch's ears ring with the thoughts of those who can no longer think. The ideals of those who have no voice for which to share them with. "Why does it matter that she wasn't the villain who murdered the king of this nearly-forgotten land?"

"She's evil," they tell him. "She might as well be the culmination of all that is vile in this world. Destroy her, Dimitri. Bring about peace to the holy land, and justice to all of the souls who've perished by her hand."

Yet the renewed King of Faerghus ignores the cries of the dead. Their desperate please are heard, then discarded.

Because when the renewed king meets the eyes of the so-called she-devil, he sees not the cold-hearted emperor, but the girl he knew so long ago.

For this moment lost in time, it is as if the Adrestian Emperor and the woman called Edelgard are two entirely different beings. He's with a trusted ally. He's facing a hated enemy.

Neither of them truly know the person they stand next to. The memories of a pair of children, playing along the streets of the Kingdom's capital, belong only to the lost friends facing one another.

Despite the intentions that would prove beneficial to his army, Dimitri meets Edelgard with the hope of seeing his once beloved friend. A diplomatic meeting between monarchs doesn't interest the king, for stuck-up words and fake smiles could never bring about the peaceful world he desires to build.

Perhaps it's selfish. Manipulative, even. To try and find a moral middle ground by taking advantage of the other's nostalgia. He doesn't want to distract the empress from her goals, but rather find a way in which the two of them could rule in true harmony.

Deep down, he knows he's always wanted to stand with his friend, not against.

So when four sets of footprints end their paths on the sodden gravel road, Dimitri sends a silent prayer to the goddess. One in which he vows to stay true to his beliefs, and hopes that his friend will do the same.

He knew that having such naïve hopes would lead only to disappointment, and his feelings are confirmed when the emperor speaks lightly of the horror she's caused. While he solemnly understood that the girl he knew was unable to show herself, he'd daydreamed of a world in which she'd cast aside the mask of the cold emperor and reveal the true colors he'd loved long ago.

Perhaps it is no longer a mask.

There is no middle ground—Dimitri comes to this conclusion easily. Her ways of ruling would only divide the people further, and he curses himself for foolishly willing to believe otherwise. She holds no regard for the weak, and disguises her true intentions under the cover of providing a just world for everyone.

The dagger he'd given her long ago weighs heavily on his hip. He'd inspected it once more before embarking on this now futile journey. How such a small blade could carve itself so deeply into his memories baffles the king. As he holds the weapon to Edelgard, he feels the last bit of hope leave him.

I'm afraid it will do no good to reminisce, Dimitri.

That girl you knew back then is gone. As good as dead.

It's ironic, he thinks. How her few words could cut deeper than the knife he's given her.

But then, she thanks him. Proclaims that she never lost her heart due to the young prince's actions.

So when the Emperor of Adrestia turns her back on the King of Faerghus, Dimitri knows that Edelgard speaks the truth.

His friend is gone. Long dead, in her words.

As does the calmness of the ground, still soaking in the recent storm, the memories of two once beloved friends provide a breath of fresh air for the king, and a shivering reminder that he must win this war.

No matter the cost.

ao3: sativain

[kamekaswoosh]

The number of WTFs I have to say internally about Jeralt sometimes just kind of makes me go "Okay, this guy really can't be trusted to raise Byleth and is definitely not the most reliable narrator." Badumtish.

But seriously...

He nearly killed Alois in a drunk accident and Alois was too kind to give it genuine concern until Leonie where he had to question if it was intentional. He has a serious drinking problem and Alois is handling the man's debts. He runs on the Monastery using the fire as an escape when there were people who could have needed him during and after the fire.

Look, I'm just gonna say Jeralt is underselling it when he says leaving the Monastery was a mistake. I've got skeletons in the closet in store when it comes to him in Unifying Twilight. If nothing else, while Seiros was beating herself up over thinking she failed him, Aelfric is going to seriously chew the guy out for a number of reasons, including what he put Seiros, Alois, and Aelfric through. ...And especially Byleth.

Cindered Shadows feels... awkwardly written, almost rushed through production? But I definitely have ideas to build up. Actually, I've got up to the first major clash written, it was a dirty, messy fight.

Well, for Aelfric, for starters, the plot really doesn't need to be some secret scheme Aelfric has been orchestrating for years. Making it premeditated feels weird. It makes so much more sense for Aelfric's actions to just be the fall out of things already being built up.

Aelfric may have been the villain (and I feel like the writing is trying to put in a lot of heavy lifting to force it), but he's also a main struggling with grief in a way that... strangely parallels Jeralt such that he asks the same questions that Jeralt acted upon. And Rhea regards him as she does Sitri—as her own child.

...And Byleth doesn't know if their father is really their father.

...Questions for Later!

Haah, what do I even have to say about Aelfric that won't get deep into Book 2 Spoiler territory?

I can probably say that he's pissed with Jeralt in part because nobody else is pissed enough. He's honest about having build Abyss to be this home and restoration project. Considering he's built Abyss into what it is today—a place that is much healthier overall than it could be despite being a place of poverty—I'd say he's pretty important to the Abyss Project to the point where it'd actually be a critical blow to Abyss if they lose him. Without someone to facilitate organization and direction, it can be hard for people to do it on their own, and Yuri and the others are not experts on the matter. So I'm keeping his goodwill as genuine.

That being said, he sees Jeralt as a problem more than others do. Jeralt's abandonment was like, shattering the illusion that he was a good man in Aelfric's eyes. Because Aelfric idolized him too, as he says. However things happened, it was a major fallout. And it wouldn't be hard to think Aelfric has stopped seeing Jeralt as good at all, or at the very least, he made incredible blunders out of his own desperation and grief. And yes, the irony is not lost.

...Seriously, it's like Aelfric is built to be a second Jeralt.

[kamekaswoosh]

My Left Brain, making a whole story told from Seiros's POV who was actually there: "Am I glazing Seiros too hard by writing her as innocent and well intentioned during the birth of Byleth?"

My Right Brain: "My child of the Goddess, there are people in the fandom who let themselves believe Seiros only wanted to resurrect Sothis when she saved a baby's life at the express behest of her daughter with a Crest Stone that couldn't possibly fit in a human baby's body without somehow being shrunken down in advance. The woman's an open heart surgeon. Write the fucking fic and don't give a fucc."

Edit: This is having a knock on effect of making me realize some of the worse behaviors of certain characters. Once I stop assuming guilt out of a single target, I have to reanalyze what I know of so many other persons.

[nagiru]

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Relationship: Dorothea Arnault/Edelgard von Hresvelg; Dorothea Arnault & Edelgard von Hresvelg

Tags: Pining; Angst; Mid-Canon; Post-Time Skip; Ambiguous Relationships; were they girlfriends? will they ever be?; Dorothea doesn't know!; Femslash February 2026

Summary:

Edelgard is rising, the leader of her army, and her late class has to choose where they stand. All of it sounds like an incredible play - unfortunately, it is not a character Dorothea has to play, but her real life.

[vampirekoolaid]

between teeth on a broken jaw [sylvix]

↳ one-shot, M, 2.1k

↳ vampire au; whump/hurt-comfort; blood drinking & making out

↳ summary:

For the first time, Felix actually feels hesitant. All the same, he pushes through it, reaching out and opening Sylvain's mouth. Sylvain lets him, pliant from blood loss. "They pulled your teeth." "Mmh." or: sylvain gets kidnapped by vampire hunters. felix finds him & feeds him back to health.

[nikolaidelphiki]

2025 is the year of my favorite fe3h fics updating for the first time in years and I am so here for it