"Can you stay a little longer?" for Ashe/Shez/Felix pwebby pwease
hi razz ignore the fact that this took absolutely forever and also that it’s short 😭
i went very very fluffy for this so 👍
word count: 298
It was still early when Ashe opened his eyes to movement on the bed, watery sunlight just barely beginning to peak through the window. He looked up blearily to see Felix out of bed, already pulling his hair back, his ribbon in his mouth as he ran his hands through his still sleep-mussed locks.
Ashe’s first thought was that he was beautiful. His second thought was that it was way too early to be awake, even for Felix.
“Can you stay a little longer?” Ashe tried, though he had a feeling he sluffed the words in his exhaustion based on Felix’s chuckle.
“I’ll be back before you know,” Felix promised once he had tied his hair into its ponytail, leaning over and pressing a kiss to Ashe’s forehead.
“You always say that,” Shez mumbled into Ashe’s shoulder, clearly just as disgruntled as Ashe was by Felix leaving so early. “Come back to bed.”
“You heard him,” Ashe said, feeling himself smile despite himself. Felix shook his head, though he was smiling, too.
“Sylvain and Ingrid will be here any time now,” Felix reminded them gently. In his exhaustion, Ashe had completely forgotten that the two of them were coming. He found he wasn’t certain he cared.
“They know the way to their rooms,” Shez said. “Now stay.”
Felix chuckled again, coming back to the other side and kissing Shez’s forehead too. Shez whined half-heartedly when he pulled away, making grabby hands at him. Felix took one hand in his and kissed the back before standing up.
“I’ll be back soon,” he promised. And with that, he left the room, ignoring the protests Shez mumbled into the pillow and the way Ashe was pouting.
They’d get him back for it. Ashe wasn’t sure how just yet, but they would.
this is owain and cynthia to me. also selena and niles. also annette and ashe. also dimitri and annette. also alfred and veyle. also kjelle and owain. also beruka and selena. also—
❛ you’re avoiding the subject and you know it. what are you hiding from me? ❜ with Felix and Rodrigue?
god razz your requests always hit so fuckin hard bro
also this is from an au that's been in my head for a very long time (like since i got the game a very long time) that i haven't done anything with so ye
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Rodrigue was growing more and more concerned.
He was never the closest with Felix. Even before Glenn, Felix had always been closer to his mother; he still sometimes metaphorically clung to her skirts, despite being well into a war and in his twenties. But that didn't mean he couldn't tell when Felix was hiding something, or when something was wrong.
Felix had been almost skittish as of late. He'd leave the room whenever Rodrigue entered it, but it wasn't with the angry air he was familiar with. No, if he'd just been angry, he would've said something about it; he would've made it clear what the problem was.
Something different was happening here. He just didn't know what. He didn't want to corner Felix, but he feared he had little other choice when even Sylvain and Ingrid didn't understand what was going on.
He found Felix in the training hall late one night, going through sword forms Rodrigue remembered watching Glenn teach him when they were much, much younger.
"Felix."
Felix stopped what he was doing, going stiff when he saw Rodrigue. "I was just finishing up."
"No need," Rodrigue said. "I just wanted to talk to you briefly."
"About what?" Felix asked.
"Something's wrong."
Felix huffed a laugh - it was unnatural for so many reasons. It sounded like he was trying to imitate Sylvain, in a way. "Nothings wrong, old man. I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Spar with me."
"You're avoiding the subject and you know it." It was firmer than Rodrigue intended, but the point got across all the same. He would apologize later, when he understood what was going on. "What are you hiding from me?"
"I'm not hiding anythi-"
"Felix."
They stared at each other for a beat before Felix hung his head, the tip of his training sword falling to the ground. Rodrigue could see him wrestling with himself, could see him trying to decide something, but Rodrigue didn't push him.
"You're going to die."
Rodrigue felt his heart skip a beat. "What?"
"You're going to die," Felix repeated. He looked up now, more hair falling loose from his ponytail. "Don't ask me how. It won't change anything. If I tell you how, you'll either try to stop it, or you won't. Either way, you'll end up dead again."
"Felix, what are you talking about?"
Felix huffed out a humorless laugh. This one sounded like Felix, at least; he wasn't putting up a flimsy facade, but instead found some kind of irony in the situation. "I can't say too much. It's not entirely my place. Hell, I don't even know if he knows for sure. But I'm not from this time. Haven't been in almost six years.
"You are going to die in the coming battle. You did last time, at least. Ingrid will be next, then Annette. Mercedes. Ashe, Sylvain, Dedue, Dimitri, until it's just me left." Felix's voice broke. "We thought we could fix things."
Rodrigue walked towards Felix, placing a hesitant hand on his shoulder. He didn't understand what he was saying - would write it off as a nightmare of some kind, a delusion like Dimitri's, if he didn't sound so resigned about it. Like he understood the fate that lay ahead of him, and knew there was nothing he could do to change it.
Rodrigue expected Felix to push him off. He didn't expect the training sword to clatter to the floor as his son hugged him for the first time in nearly a decade.
"I'm sorry." Felix was crying now, well and truly. "I'm sorry."
Rodrigue was stunned. It took him an embarassingly long time to get his wits about him enough to hug Felix back, to hold him as he began to sob.
"Why are you sorry?" Rodrigue asked. The entire situation was confusing - he wasn't sure what to think about any of it - but this was the most pressing issue to him.
"I should have at least given you a chance," Felix whispered.
So that's what this was about.
"I was the one who said it," Rodrigue said. "I should be the one apologizing. You- you have nothing to be sorry for."
"I didn't give you a chance to apologize," Felix said. "Goddess damn it, I couldn't. I didn't forgive you until it was too late last time, and this time I was just a coward."
"You are not a coward, Felix," Rodrigue said, rubbing his back.
"I am." His tone didn't leave room for argument, firm as it was, but Rodrigue couldn't find it in him to believe it.
"A coward wouldn't have come back," Rodrigue said, trying to piece together the story while comforting Felix at the same time. "A coward wouldn't stay."
"It hurts," Felix whispered.
"I know," Rodrigue said.
Rodrigue didn't know how long they stayed like that, huddled in the middle of the training grounds. All he knew was that his son needed him, and that he would be there as long as he let him be.
9. Write a recommendation of someone else’s fic you enjoyed!
ough there are sososo many but i’m gonna go with @honeydots To Prune a Grapevine cause i quite genuinely think about it all the time. the vibes, the slowburn, the interactions between the kids, the background, it’s all just so perfect so well executed so good. 10/10 would recommend if you have the time and are one of the like 10 people who care about fates lol
