tags: love triangle/square, member of the resistance!reader, wholesome fluff, secret crushes, friends/comrads to lovers
while forsyth and python are childhood friends who've known each other for as long as they can remember, they only met lukas – and you – when joining the resistance!
lukas was the man who recruited you, having tried to stay professional with you from the very start, yet slowly failing, as his romantic feelings for you grow stronger
forsyth and python both fall for you upon first meeting you! there aren't too many people in the resistance who they could have a crush on, so it's not much of a surprise
but their feelings for you are genuine and grow stronger as time passes. while they might've just found you attractive at first, they truly begin to care about you over time!
forsyth and python can't really keep secrets from each other, even if they were to try! and as for lukas, he's aware that those two are in love with you as well…
all three boys are very respectful and wouldn't dare to overstep any boundaries and ruin the companionship they have with you right now!
yet python is the only one who dares to flirt with you on occasion, while lukas and forsyth show their affection for you through acts of service or by protecting you during battles!
due to how much the three of them are holding back, you might not even notice they are in love with you! it's not too obvious to anyone but them!
but if you pay close attention, you'll begin to notice that their eyes are always on you and that those three men would do anything to keep you safe and happy!
Did any of your SoV fics survive? I was thinking of one in particular about Fernidand not wanting anyone to touch his baby, but what about any of them?
(There is only one that has been recovered: Asking Lukas, Forsyth and Python if they wanna have a baby!!! :; U ;; It's a sweet one, and it's 3 in 1!!!)
Forsyth: When you first pop the question of starting a family, Forsyth nearly spits out his drink. Granted it was your own fault for asking him right when he took a sip, but you weren’t expecting such a violent reaction.
It was followed by a spluttering, a bright red face and wide eyes, his mouth agape as he stumbled into asking why that came up.
You were embarrassed to have even thought of it. His reaction made it very clear that wasn’t something he was thinking about.
You told him to put it out of his mind, stammered out some sort of excuse about needing to go to bed early, and you quickly escaped the awkward situation.
Your hands were pressed over your face as you struggled to suppress your own embarrassed reddening, turned on your side so you could at least pretend to be asleep if he tried to come into the room and talk.
It would be so much better to pretend this never happened. It was a silly question. You’d only been married for six months- you had rushed him on the idea.
At least, that’s what you thought.
Then you felt a warm hand reach from behind you and take your wrist, and you felt his lips touch your fingertips.
“Ava, can I talk to you?”
Slowly, painstakingly, you turned over to see him on his side of the bed, lying there beside you and looking quite concerned.
“I-I wanted to apologize about before. I didn’t-”
“Oh, no, don’t- it was my fault for putting that much pressure on you, all of a sudden. I shouldn’t have asked you about having a baby so soon.”
“What? N-no! It’s not that.” He stopped you quickly, “I was just caught off-guard. It’s not...that I don’t want to start a family with you...I-I just...the idea of us really trying for a baby...a-and actually having one is...it made me feel a bit shy, you know?”
“Not really…” You trailed off, a bit confused. He swallowed down his pride and his embarrassment, enough to explain what he meant.
He was the luckiest man alive being married to you, and the thought of being the father of your child was just too much to bear. He was so excited and elated and filled with love that you’d even want to start a family with him…
He still couldn’t wrap his head around it.
You stared at him, unblinking, for several seconds. Your first response when you recovered was to smack his arm.
Then you kissed him, then you buried your face in his chest to hide your embarrassment, unable to tell him that you thought it was because he didn’t want children and you were horrified of your actions.
You later apologized for hitting him, and more than made up for it when you started your journey to having a baby later in the evening.
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Lukas: He had frozen up when he finally realized the words that had come out of your mouth were real. He didn’t really react, other than his whole body going rigid.
He had been in the middle of his favorite book, the two of you winding down for the evening, settled into bed, cozy and peaceful…
Then you asked him what he thought about starting a family.
When it took him longer than ten seconds to form a response, you quickly added that it didn’t need to be right away, that he could take all the time he needed to think about it, and you weren’t in any rush to have kids if that wasn’t something he wanted.
You knew that he had been something of an asexual prior to meeting you...intimacy and love weren’t things that he really needed, and he was just fine without it.
Then when he met you, those things had gradually started to change. It was him that proposed to you, for crying out loud.
And your marriage had been healthy, if not peaceful and sweet, for the one year it had been so far.
You thought you were jumping the gun on asking when it took him ages and ages to put words together.
“You mean...a baby?”
“W-what else?” You chuckled nervously, looking at him with a lopsided smile. “It’s not a big deal, Lukas- I wouldn’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. I just...thought I’d ask if you might want to consider it, sometime.”
“Well…” He trailed off, the sound of the book closing like an echo in the silence. “It’s not something I haven’t thought about, every now and then. I’ve seen how happy Clive and Mathilda are with their children...and Boey and Mae…”
“But is it something that you want?”
“I do.” He said firm enough that you honestly believed him. You smiled softly, sighing in relief when you saw the sweet smile on Lukas’ lips.
“I’m glad. But, listen, Lu...it doesn’t have to happen right away. A baby is a lot of responsibility, and it’s a seriously life-changing decision. I want to enjoy the peace I have with you as long as I can.”
“It would be difficult to find some peace with a child around, wouldn’t it?” Lukas mused, sinking back into the pillows. You giggled as you sank down beside him, resting your head on his chest and draping your arm over him.
“There will be many sleepless nights, and our attention will solely be on the baby for a while. Lots of crying and laughing, and that cute baby babble, too.”
“It may not be peaceful,” He yawned, “But...it wouldn’t be a terrible change.”
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Python: The first thing he did was laugh.
He thought you were joking.
The two of you had talked at length about how awful children could be. The brats that ran around the capital when you were on patrols were nauseating to watch. They were so whiny, and noisy, and they cried incessantly if the slightest thing went wrong…
You didn’t know why anyone would want such a thing.
At least, that’s what you thought. Then, the longer you were married to your husband (a feat in and of itself), the more you realized how sweet it would be to hear the pitter patter of little feet in the house, and to see a tuft of blue hair bouncing around, following behind Python.
And it may or may not have been a dream you had about six nights in a row.
You explained this to him, and it didn’t take long for the grin to wipe from his face. You told him that you had gone to Tatiana and asked her about the repeating dream.
She very excitedly told you it was definitely a gift from the goddess, a sign that it was time for you to have children. You wanted it deep down, and this was your body’s way of telling you it was baby time.
Python, however, was less convinced.
“You really wanna have a kid? What if it’s like one of those brats that are always runnin’ around the city? You wanna add to that madness?”
“Well, they wouldn’t necessarily be badly behaved- Mathilda’s kids are all perfect.”
“That’s because their parents are the most perfect people on the entire planet.” Python scoffed.
“Mae and Boey’s kids are rowdy, but they do as they’re told, too.”
“After Mae threatens to smack them over the head.”
“What about Zeke’s daughter? She’s so sweet and quiet- don’t you think we could have a kid like that?”
“Baby, have you met me?” He gestured to himself, “I’m about as rowdy as they come- if you think for one second our kid’s not gonna be wild, you’ve got another thing comin’.”
“I suppose so.” You managed to smile at him, though the disappointment was clear in your eyes. “I just thought it was a nice idea. It’s not like I want to have a dozen brats running around, but...I don’t know...one little guy that looked like you but definitely had my nose...it was a cute idea, right?”
“Sure.” He chuckled, “Some blue-haired, wiry little boy with that nose of yours-”
“It’s way better than your nose.”
“I didn’t disagree!” He laughed louder, “I mean, who’d he take after, really? He’d be just like me. I was a serious pain when I was a kid. If my ma was around, she’d tell ya.”
“I’ll bet she didn’t regret raising you, though.”
“Nah. She would go on and on about how proud of me she was whenever she answered my letters. I don’t doubt that the minute I meet my kid for the first time, I’m gonna be nothin’ but proud of’em. ...I-if I ever wanted one, anyways.”
You bit back the grin on your lips. “Of course. It certainly doesn’t sound like you want one, not at all.”
“Good, ‘cos I definitely don’t want one right now!” Python insisted, nudging your shoulder. “You hear me, woman? I don’t want anything to do with a brat, at this particular moment in time.”
“I heard you, dear.”
“As of this exact moment, this period of time, this present day, I do not under any circumstances-”
“I got it, Python, I got it!!” You burst out laughing, playfully pushing your husband away. “We don’t have to have a kid right now!”
And you didn’t.
It happened about six months later, which Python would later comment was exactly when he wanted to have one.
Even though the kid looked exactly like him, the baby absolutely had your temperament. Which was really bad- that little baby girl had him wrapped around her fingers before he knew what happened.
In all seriousness, what you write is a godsend, as you do so many uncommon characters. Bless you and your skills.
May I request cuddling head cannons with Python and Forsythe from Fire Emblem Echoes? May I also request that the reader is very shy and blushes easily?
Oh good, I need something lovely and wholesome after that Yandere fic I just posted looool
Also tysm, I'm so glad you're enjoying my work!!
- Python is the type who doesn't consider himself a big cuddler, but once he really falls for someone, he totally is. He doesn't think he's a sappy, romantic type, he just... likes having you around, that's all.
- "They all expect me to be 'lazy' anyway- might as well enjoy what peace and quiet we can get, right?"
He says it as casual as can be, but you feel his arms wrap possessively around your waist and pull you close so he can nuzzle his face against your neck or chest. When he's so matter-of-fact about it, it's easy to feel a bit silly for how your heart pounds and face flushes. He'll try not to tease you too much about that part, but you can see the smirk he wears when he sees how flustered you get.
- You two can end up cuddling in all kinds of bizarre positions, limbs flopped in any which direction. As long as you're close and not uncomfortable, Python doesn't care if you might look a bit goofy together.
- Can and will absolutely fall asleep while cuddling, but is likely to wake up if he feels you move. He'll also pull you close and hug you tighter to his chest when you try to get out of bed, grumbling for "just a few more minutes" with you.
Forsyth
- Oh this man is a cuddler. He would cradle you to his chest and carry you everywhere if he could, all the while gazing at you like you're his sun, stars, moon, and entire heavenly host. He's very blatant about his affections, and has no qualms about wrapping an arm around your shoulders or your waist, or kissing your cheek or hair, all in full view of your allies.
- He holds himself to such rigorous standards in terms of training and combat performance that it's no surprise he has a wonderfully toned arm and chest muscles, which make his embrace all the more comfortable and soothing.
- His preference is generally to have you resting at his side with your head on his chest, or with both of you on your sides facing one another. This way, you can easily chat and joke around a bit, and he has full access to your face to kiss your forehead, your nose, your lips- anywhere at all. It's even better when you react shyly. When you blush and bury your face in his chest, he chuckles warmly and hugs you even tighter to him.
- Cuddling is the first thing Forsyth will resort to when you're upset. He wants to make you feel safe and cared for, and for you to know that he would do anything in the world to protect you. He doesn't care how long you need, he'll hold you close and stroke your hair until you've vented or cried or whatever you need to help move past it.
helloo can i please have k from the fluff alphabet list? i want to hear your thoughts on all three, but if that’s too much then lukas please :)
Anonie-nony~ I’d gladly write for all the boys~ I’d never pass on writing for Python. Barista voice: AN ORDER OF KISSES FROM THE RGB TRIO COMING RIIIIIIIGHT UP~!
Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
Forsyth
· His kisses are often very sudden, passionate, and just a little bit… messy. He’s just so in love with you, he can’t help himself get carried away.
· A first kiss with Ol’Fors is a heat-in-the-moment affair. Maybe you both held eye contact for a long time or the way you smiled was just so irresistible he lost all restraint.
· He quickly leaned in to give you a kiss and in the process (or momentum) some teeth…uh… “clinked”. Forsyth turned beet red, beyond ashamed at his brazen attempt and maybe even hurting you. He apologized profusely, vowing to never speak to you again if that was what you wanted.
· You couldn’t help but chuckle, he looked so cute, flustered and stumbling all over his words. You cupped his face and asked him for another kiss, slower and gentle this time.
· Well… Forsyth couldn’t say no to that now could he?
Lukas
· Lukas is above average in kissing, there’s just that hint of hesitation sometimes. You could tell he was still teetering between being okay with physical intimacy and not being completely comfortable with it.
· You noticed Lukas stealing glances from you all-night. He’d often try to find excuses to be alone with you. “How bold of him.” you thought
· Once you were both alone, there was some light banter but you couldn’t help but notice how Lukas’ eyes lingered at a particular part of your face. “You can kiss me, you know that right?” Lukas felt his face warm up, only you could elicit such reactions from him.
· You stood still and close your eyes in anticipation. You could feel him lean in closer, resting his head on yours, kissing the bridge of your nose then brushing his lips against your skin, as if painting a path towards your awaiting lips. At first he pressed a chaste kiss against your lips, the first taste leaving him wanting more, he soon followed that up with another more passionate (by Lukas standards) kiss.
· Something about that moment, how he came back for more than one, there was yearning, warmth, and a feeling of comfort.
· He asked “Bold of me to ask but… may we continue this when we’re in a more private setting?”
· Bold of him to ask indeed but there was something about that you liked so much
Python
· I could be playing favourites here but given this man’s experience (and pride) he’d be a pretty good kisser. Given the atmosphere, he can be passionate with lots of tongue action or really sweet and mellow (DO NOT TELL ANYONE ABOUT HIS MELLOW SIDE THOUGH. HE’LL DIE)
· You both skipped some “unimportant” chores or training to chill under a tree just a ways away from camp. Both of you were lying on the ground, your head resting on his arm. A comfortable silence blanketed the moment, he leaned in to bury his face into your hair planting a few kisses for good measure.
· He’d tilt your head to reach your temple then your forehead. One thing leads to another and you feel his breath ghosting over your lips. Python was staring deep into your eyes, you could feel your heart melting from his gaze’s intensity. As he moved in close the gap between your lips, he closed his eyes and so did you. Your lips moulded into each other, locking into a deep kiss. He’d suck on your bottom lip lightly before breaking the kiss, giving you a little wink.
ahhhh! these summer prompts are so cute~ may i request "early morning walks while it’s still cool out" with Forsyth please? (heat is evil!!)
I agree, too much heat is very suffering;; I hope you were able to stay cool, anon;;
"Forsyth, it's much too early for this..."
"There's no such thing as it being too early for a walk!" he exclaims, practically dragging you along the path.
You allow it for a moment or two before you drag your heels once more. "But it's too hot..." you complain.
"We could always go for a walk at noon, you know? I'm sure we'd work up quite the sweat!" he replies cheerily, the words making you sweat on their own. If you really thought about it, this morning was rather cool... Walking with the sun high in the sky would be pure torture...
"But..."
Forsyth glances back this time, a wide smile on his face. "Come now, it's only a little longer. And, once we get back, I suppose you can have me all to yourself for a while, what do you think?"
His motivation works wonders if the instant pep in your step in anything to go by. "Then, I suppose it's alright..." you admit begrudgingly.
"Good," he replies, his whole aura radiating joy. "I'll look forward to it too."
omg with all this lukas and python I GOTTA ask for forsyth!! ✿ please? only because he's so adorable when he's flustered ^^
snjzjs anon.. I loved writing this lmao I can just IMAGINE him getting all flustered like "??? I sent this??? on mila" I hope it wasn't.. too ooc tho ;;
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A suggestive text
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Forsyth [7:28 PM]
My y/n, this is rather impetuous but...
Forsyth [7:29 PM]
Well,
Forsyth [7:30 PM]
I would love nothing more than to hear my name on your tongue and to see stars in your eyes
Forsyth [7:30 PM]
That was incredibly uncalled for and impertinent of me - I am terribly sorry!
Forsyth [7:31 PM]
Please... ignore those words. I cannot believe I sent such a thing!
"For Mila's sake, Forsyth-how do you manage getting yourself into trouble so often?'
Your friend shrugged his shoulders, and bashfully laughed it off. Being one with the church, you had taken up your healing studies in order to help out Alm's army-but it seemed like you were getting one patient more and more frequently as of late.
Forsyth, or, "Forsyth the handsome" as you had secretly nicknamed him, sat in the medical tent once again following the latest of many scuffles with the Rigelians. As the soldiers classified him, as a knight he boasted incredible strength and even better defenses-but it seemed like the only problem Forsyth had on the battlefield was his focus. Every time you heard that battle cry of his, it was sure to follow with the crashing of armour and a couple yelps of pain, and suddenly you would be dashing across the plains to assist him. Though, clumsy as he may be, he surely was one of the most dedicated people you had ever met. Not once had he shied away from battle, and you doubted he ever would until he grew to a fine old age. You could definitely imagine him as an older, war-hardened, ruggedly handsome veteran...
"Ah, pardon. Seems like my mind is on other things.."
You apologized, and brought yourself back to listen again to what Forsyth had been saying, the young man giving in to a chuckle as you patched up his injuries.
"I just wanted to thank you for your aid, my dear. We are all so lucky to have you..."
You could tell that there was something more he wanted to say, but was perhaps afraid of being too forward. You finally clipped the bandage on his arm securely, and adjusted it to ensure it wouldn't become loose again.
"Listen, I...there's something I have to confess. There's a reason I keep getting injured, and it's only right that I tell you."
Curious, you settled down beside him on the cot, and softly asked him what he wanted to say. Forsyth took in a deep breath, eyes darting from yours back to his hands, which were mindlessly fidgeting with one another. Finally his gaze seemed to stick to yours, and slowly, he began leaning in closer and closer towards you, eyes shifting downwards to your lips. You had a feeling you knew what he wanted, and inside your heart pounded out of your chest-but alas, at the last second, Forsyth pulled away and left you hanging.
"Forsyth-?"
"I-I'm sorry. You're a cleric, dedicated to the Mother-a-and I can't believe I....that I thought...oh, gods. I feel so stupid."
Hastily apologizing once, twice, and three times more in between his nervous babbling, Forsyth stood to take his leave, and likely avoid you at every opportunity out of humiliation-but instead, you got to your feet and found yourself taking hold of his sleeve, looking up at him with wide, sparkling eyes. You quietly mumbled something under your breath, which Forsyth leaned in closer to hear clearly.
"I-I love you. I understand it's above my station, and aside from my duty-but I love you, Forsyth. And I can't believe that Mother Mila would cast aside that ideal."
Suddenly it was you that was bashful, and unable to look him straight in the eyes-but thankfully you didn't have to, as you felt yourself being pulled into those strong, loving arms of his. Forsyth held you tightly against his chest, a hand resting on the back of your head to keep you close.
"Now that you say that, I won't be able to let go. I promise, on Mila's grace-I will never, ever let you fall from her pedestal. I will protect you to the end of my days, my love."
a/n: this could've been called love at forsyth as well 👀
forsyth fell in love with you the moment the two of you first talked to each other
never before in his life had he met someone he got along with so naturally
the two of you liked the same things, you thought he was funny and laughed about all his jokes and on top of that, you were the prettiest person he ever laid eyes on!
forsyth had never met someone as perfect as you. it was like you were made for him
like the two of you were made for each other!
and yet, there was the possibility that you were already taken. that your heart belonged to someone else. that you had someone waiting for you at home. someone that wasn't him.
although he had just met you, forsyth couldn't stand the thought of you with someone else
he knew that the two of you just met, but he wanted nothing more than for you to feel the same way for him that he felt for you
he was completely smitten with you and he was praying to mila, that you felt the same…
