#mod hemlock

[fequest]

hi!! the headcanons about sylvain and claude ‘acting’ as the reader’s bfs to get rid of the persistant pursuer was really cute, can you do one for dimitri and felix?

Oh my gosh, I love how you write!!!!! Could I request dimitri with the same suitor prompt the other anon sent?

[ I didn’t think the post would be so popular! glad you guys liked it!! ]

dimitri alexandre blaiddyd

people have teased him for his supposed ‘crush’ on you, but it’s clearly a misunderstanding!

he admires you greatly. you’re a cherished friend of his, of course it would be natural for him to seek your counsel and value your praise. why must everyone compare him to a puppy chasing after its owner?

when he spots you by the fountain, he’s already making his way over to greet you (as any friend would, naturally)

but then you see him and practically sprint over, jumping into his arms

he catches you before either one of you can fall, face burning and uncomprehending

you’re saying something to him but it all goes in one ear and out the other, he can’t focus with you leaning so close to him like that

please, have mercy on him

you’re pretty much hanging off his arm, but your attention is elsewhere and it takes him a moment to gather his thoughts

some person had followed you, chattering away obliviously, flirting as if he wasn’t right beside you

you’re clearly uncomfortable with this suitor of yours, and it takes all his composure to continue smiling pleasantly (his jaw is set and his fists are clenched and it’s honestly not much of a smile)

“excuse me,” he all but growls. “but shouldn’t we be going, my love?”

of course your suitor objects, as if finally noticing him, and all it takes is locking eyes with him for them to suddenly back off

he’s quick to whisk you away, arm looped around your waist as the two of you disappear into the crowd, wandering around until you call his name and he realizes—

“my apologies, I must have gotten carried away.”

his arm retracts as if he was burned, stepping away from you as you laugh, a little breathless, and his heart is doing all sorts of things he can’t understand

you thank him, a coy smile on your lips as you wave farewell, leaving him to stare after your retreating figure

“my love,” he had called you.

he quite liked the sound of that.

felix hugo fraldarius

he’s been avoiding you for a while now

his newfound… feelings for you has been problematic, a distraction to his training. perhaps he was still in denial, but he just couldn’t stand to face you right now

of course, wanting to be alone was normal for him. it’s not like he would turn red and scowl and run away at your mere presence! totally not suspicious at all.

but when you somehow catch his gaze in the marketplace—

he’s mentally preparing himself for some sort of confrontation, a scolding, hell, maybe you’d even slap him for his rather unacceptable behavior

instead you grab him by the arm, pressing against his side like some long lost lover

he’s completely frozen, hand clutching the hilt of his sword, adrenaline completely crashing any train of thought

was this revenge for ignoring you? was this some sort of cruel joke? had you figured him out?

you ignore him, choosing to speak to the person who had approached and demanded an explanation for whatever this is

something clicks in his mind (or was that the sound of his sword unsheathing?) and now he’s glaring down at your suitor with venom in his eyes and their name on his blade

you’re trying to break the tension peacefully, bless your soul, but he was already taking a step forward, weapon in hand—

your hand clutching his is the only thing stopping him from slicing them down right then and there

your suitor finally takes the hint, stumbling over their feet as they escape with their tail between their legs

“really?” he scoffs. “they weren’t even worth the challenge.”

laughter reaches his ears, and he realizes that you’re now holding on to him to keep your balance, lest you collapse from laughing your lungs out

he tells you to shut up, but you don’t, not when his face is flushed and he can’t meet your eyes—

he’s growling but he doesn’t pull away, or rather, he pulls you along to finish his business, and you’re left stumbling after him

you don’t need to see his face to know that he’s smiling.

— mod hemlock ✽

[the-travelers-hub]

Hello everyone!

I'm this blog's new mod, and you can call me Hemlock! I'll probably have to take a bit to get things settled, but I plan on running the blog to the best of my abilities from here on out! Thank you all for your support of this blog from here on, and I ask only that you all be kind to the past mod. It's best to simply move on from any mess, and I have faith that things here will continue to be fun as usual!

Thank you again, to all! :D

[fequest]

Hello, welcome!! How do you think Claude and Sylvain (separate) would react to their crush running up to them and asking them to fake date her so a suitor would leave her alone? Thanks a ton!!!!

[ ooooo what an interesting request! hope you like it!! ]

claude von riegan

you’re already too much of a distraction for him

he can barely face you without making a blundering fool of himself trying to impress you, so-called brilliant schemes failing every time

so when you suddenly skip up to him with that bright smile of yours— hooking his arm with his and pulling him close—

okay. he’s definitely not freaking out or anything.

of course, he takes it all in stride. he greets you with a mischievous grin and a wink, looping an arm around your waist as you laugh

it doesn’t take him long to notice the person you were previously with glaring daggers at him

you’re whispering low warnings to him, but he’s already leaning down to kiss your temple, staring down your would-be suitor the entire time

“oh? he’s smirking as they pass by. “sorry, did you need something?”

you miss the sharp glint in his eyes, but you don’t miss how your suitor visibly deflates. you sigh in relief as they disappear from sight, pulling away but—

his fingers are laced tightly with yours

“you know,” he says. “they could still be around.”

he’s grinning cheekily, lifting your hands up, lips brushing against your knuckles

“it would be a shame if someone else tried anything.”

now how could you argue with that?

the two of you wander around the marketplace at his insistence, perhaps a bit too comfortable in your newfound ‘roles’

and if he happened to buy a few herbs to create a certain… concoction…

well, at least your suitor won’t be much of a problem anymore

sylvain jose gautier

he may or may not have been chatting up another village girl when you suddenly drag him away by the arm

as much as he would like to think you were jealous, he’s already expecting another round of halfhearted scolding

but then you’re lacing your hands together and practically stumbling into his arms—

he could swear he forgot how to breathe. with you so close, he was almost afraid you could hear his thoughts, hear his heart leaping in his throat

“play along,” you tell him. “you should be good at this.”

and then someone—your suitor?—marches up to the two of you with a scowl

you’re giving excuses to this person, a suitor who clearly doesn’t understand no, trying to hide within his touch at their insistence

oh. so that’s why.

a charming smile easily slips into place, light chuckle cutting off your stammering, his arms sneaking around you waist, his head resting on your shoulder

“hmm?” he’s grinning at them, perhaps a bit too smug. “don’t you know how to treat a lady?”

he’s glaring down at this pathetic excuse of a suitor, one who clearly didn’t deserve you if they couldn’t respect your wishes—

“don’t you know who I am?”

he can see the color drain from their face as the realization sinks in, his family name and crest finally good for something once in his life

your suitor leaves in a hurry and you thank him, teasing smile on your face as you apologize for ruining his ‘date’

ruining? he chuckles, hooking your arms together and pulling you along

darling, your date had barely begun

— mod hemlock ✽

[fequest]

Could I request Sylvain reacting to having his first child being born after the war (maybe his baby is the first of the post war children 👀👀) and his wife suggests the name Miklan?

sylvain jose gautier

he always knew he would end up as a father, whether he truly wanted to be or not, the emphasis on his ever so important crest a constant reminder of his bloodline

but with you, god, he had a child with you

he never could have imagined marrying out of love, much less to someone as amazing as you

you had been by his side, in and out of the battlefield, had seen through his shallow flirting and accepted him for who he was and not his name

it was almost ironic how the shameless skirt chaser was the first of the group to settle down, yet they almost expected it with how you had him wrapped around a finger

he had been the first to court, the first to marry, and now—

“love,” he called to you, fingers trembling as he traced your navel, “this is amazing news!”

voice thick with emotion, eyes glistening with joy, he couldn’t keep his hands off you as he hugged you close

he was with you any moment off the battlefield, helping with anything that could possibly make your pregnancy easier

“what do you think,” you had shyly asked one day, “about the name miklan?”

what did he think?

it was… almost bittersweet, in a way

he had loved him like any brother would, followed him around like any awestruck little sibling would, bickered and fought like anyone else would, and yet—

disowned, disgraced, dead

he wasn’t sure if he could be a good husband, much less a good father, but in that moment, he knew

he had that familiar tuft of orange hair, those bright eyes of yours staring up at him, small hands curling around his fingers

he knew he would never abandon him, his son, crest be damned

“miklan,” it was a name he hadn’t called in a while. “welcome to the family, miklan.”

— mod hemlock ✽

[fequest]

hey man hit me up with those Hilda relationship hcs !!!

[ our first headcanon request and it’s of the best girl!! ]

Hilda Relationship Headcanons

a relationship with Hilda can go from zero to a hundred real quick

one moment she’s demanding your affection and in another she’s smothering you in it

hope you don’t mind pda because she absolutely adores spending time with you!

hand holding, brushing each other’s hair, tea party dates, matching accessories, constant compliments— 

it’s come to the point that the professor has to separate you two or you’ll never get anything done

but this is Hilda we’re talking about

while her ‘methods’ are more subdued, she still finds away to send her chores (and yours) onto some poor, unsuspecting fool

or if you ask, she’ll gladly accompany you to your tasks, but don’t expect her to help

no, she wouldn’t put in the effort to help you. absolutely not. nope.

she’s already stacking the books and helping you clean, whining and complaining all the way

make sure to give her a thank-you kiss for her efforts! it’s only right!!

— mod hemlock

[fequest]

uh howdy! would it be fine if I got a matchup? I’m a bi infp who’s really shy. It’s kinda hard for me to get close to people because I just won’t believe they like being around me or just wanna use me or stuff. While I’m quite shy, sometimes when I start talking i just won’t stop and then I end up rambling on. I’m a bit of a hopeless romantic-I do enjoy drawing a lot or just lazing about doing nothing. I also really love to travel to different countries, it’s just really fun yknow? [1/2] 🐢

I’m also a music lover, although I’m a big fan of swing and electro swing music. I have tried to play instruments and sing, but I’m not that good oops. Anyways, that’s all I can really think to add. Thank you and hopefully this doesn’t get eaten up by tumblr- [2/2] 🐢

I match you up with Dorothea!

choir practice had always been fun, especially when she begins to appear by your side, friendly commentary and quiet giggles hidden between the notes of a song. the professor had given you a particularly sharp glare one day, and one thing led to another, and you found yourself hanging around outside of practice, familiar banter turning into an easy friendship.

she may be a bit overwhelming sometimes, but she has always been gentle with you, careful not to drag you straight out of your comfort zone. there’s always a genuine smile on her face while she sits and listen to you ramble on about the various places you’ve traveled to or the newest song that has caught your ear. she always seems to seek you out, ready with gossip of romance for the two of you to fawn over. or perhaps you both would just sit in the courtyard, comfortable in one another’s presence, flipping through your textbooks and doodling in the margins.

you had never felt worried about her taking advantage of you, because you had become close enough that you can recognize the glint of insecurity in her eyes. while she was quick to reassure you that people like you, that she would never let anyone use you, you were never as good at comfort as she was. you end up rambling on one day, telling her not to be so harsh on her self, and you have to physically cover your mouth to end what has been a sudden barrage of compliments. your words only bring out that dazzling smile and teasing words from her, but really, her heart is fluttering and her face is just moments away from flushing.

it was cute. the two of you were cute. it was undeniable how well the two of you suit one another, like two characters in a cheesy romance novel. you would never admit it, of course, the two of you are just travelling around fódlan because it was convenient. because you were friends. because you two were a team and a force to be reckoned with. nevermind the fact that the two of you have been together for so long that you can communicate by merely sharing a look. ignore how much closer you’ve gotten, journeying alone and sharing rooms. don’t mind how she presses her lips to yours and— oh.

not so much of a ‘hopeless’ romantic, are you?

— mod hemlock ✽

[fequest]

Hi! May I please request a 3H ship? I'm a bi male! I enjoy making people laugh, and I have a "diverse" sense of humour, so to say. I've been told I'm kind and polite, though I can often put other's needs before my own. I like taking care of people and educating myself (even though I'm lazy and often say truly Dumb things). I'm interested in international relations, politics, and music history. My hobbies are singing, video games, and reading non-fiction. Thanks!

I match you up with Annette!

you bump into her in the library, quite literally, books and parchment falling to the floor in an extravagant display of clumsiness. of course, the two of you are much too polite to assign any blame to the other, bending down to clean the mess you’ve made — bumping heads and brushing fingers and quiet giggles signifying a new friendship formed.

she’s perhaps a bit too eager to help out, and you have a habit of putting others first, and it almost becomes a friendly competition of benevolence. between the daily greetings and exchange of jokes, it’s almost a wonder how the two of you didn’t meet sooner. you’re cut from the same cloth, but sewn by different experiences. the two of you can often be found collapsed in the library, heads ducked underneath piles of books, and it’s hard to tell if you’ve overworked yourself or just gave into the temptation of laziness. either way, the study dates become much more frequent… just outside the library, this time.

you start humming under your breath one day, too engrossed in your book to notice, and she absolutely adores your singing. you catch her humming along to the same songs, though the first time you actually walk in on her singing, she turns redder than her hair and yells at you before scurrying off. and now you’re apologizing in song because apparently it’s only fair. really, it was only a matter of time before you’re singing duets with one another in the quiet escape of night, huddled in the corners of the monastery surrounded by books and pastries.

it was as if the world was at your fingertips. you both were as close as can be, partners in crime, a half of a whole. the world may throw you into the strangest situations, tides of war shifting uncontrollably, but having each other’s back is constant, a grounding force to be reckoned with. the two of you may not always sing in the same tune, but you dance with a shared beat. from strangers to best friends, to lovers that can cross the stars. 

as long as you have each other, happiness awaits.

— mod hemlock ✽

[fequest]

hi, may i have an fe3h matchup? im bi! ive been told that im always smiling awkwardly and that i speak monotonously. i dont have a lot to say and i clam up easily, so i tend to keep to myself. i do enjoy having company and i try to put myself out there, but i find it too tempting to just stick with the few close friends i already have. that being said, im a lot more comfortable with talking if its about something im passionate about. [1/2] 🍀

im an impulsive dumbass and slow on the uptake (imo), yet i get good grades without too much effort. my sleep schedule is a total mess, and without a day routine to keep me in check, i would probably be nocturnal. i like to think that im honest and loyal, and i try to be helpful when i can. i like dogs, horror (especially games and stories), and knitting. thank you! [2/2] 🍀

I match you up with Hilda!

it was all chance, really, she just didn’t want to get stuck cleaning the library again, and you didn’t seem to respond to any of her usual methods. in fact, you clammed up and — oh, she scared you off, didn’t she?

she started hanging around out of pure curiosity. she took it upon herself to drag you around, bringing you into group discussions, and generally trying to get you ‘out there’ like you once offhandedly mentioned. it’s a strange dynamic, the two of you. you’re half-awake and monotonously (note: miraculously) going through the day, and she’s somehow become more productive with you around.

so now you’re working harder because you feel guilty she’s doing all the work but now you’re just making her feel bad because you’re a mess and it’s frustrating how everything goes go right over your head. it takes too much effort to even try to make you understand! and not to mention all the times she had to run after you in battle because you impulsive little—

it’s almost funny how it takes a stray dog ruining her clothes for her to finally crack that shell of yours. it’s amazing how much more comfortable you’ve become in her presence, cooing over the puppy at her heels. you somehow find yourself spending most of your time looking after that little rascal with her. the time you spend together is almost worth her ruined dress. almost. (it’s totally worth it.)

she’s smothering you with blankets to ‘get some beauty sleep goddammit’ but she’s just as exhausted and already falling asleep beside you.

you’re dragging her into another one of your impulsive schemes and she’s sweet talking the guards out of your inevitable punishments.

you work well together, playing off of one another’s personalities in just the right way that people don’t even question it anymore. the two of you are like oil and water but you can create the most beautiful masterpieces together. partners in crime, pillars supporting one another. inseparable in a way that a puzzle cannot miss a piece. 

but your days in the academy are done. you’ve fought and bled and it’s finally over. the war is won and there’s nothing left for you to do but go home and yet—

she’s standing there with a sheepish smile and a hand-crafted ring.

— mod hemlock ✽