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He does! When the Black Eagles decide to meet 5 years later.
I will admit, Edelgard is adorable. However, when it comes to elegance on the dance floor, I am superior!
November 14, 2025 at 9:38 PM
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'Pamper You (Real Good)'
archiveofourown.org/works/741606...

FE3H, Sylvain/Dedue, NSFW one-shot.

Written for the NSFW Syldue add-on fanzine @sylduezine.bsky.social ;)

Dedue is not used to being spoiled. So Sylvain wishes to pamper him through sex. Bottom Dedue & Top Sylvain.
Pamper You (Real Good) Metal_Gear_XANA Summary: Dedue is not used to being spoiled. So Sylvain wishes to pamper him through sex. Sitting naked over the bed he observes a naked Sylvain lighting candles scattered across their room with fire magic. All Dedue can do is observe his beloved ‘sprucing’ their room up, though he thinks it unnecessary and overkill. Once Sylvain is done he comes to stand before him with that toothy grin of his that screams his eagerness. Sylvain presses a kiss against his forehead, lingering there for good measure. “The night is about you, big guy,” he decrees, continuing to use his epithet to showcase to Dedue that there is someone who cherishes him for being himself. He shoots him a sultry wink. “Gonna pamper you up real good.” Dedue cannot help but snort. “If this is your attempt at seducing me then you have failed.” A faux-pout of disappointment crosses Sylvain. “Come on—you’re saying you can resist me?” Sylvain strikes a pose by having his hands on his hips and thrusting his pelvis to demonstrate his idea of impressive physique. Freckles dot across his person, blending beautifully with the chest hair that he’s been growing since the war. A few faded scars criss-cross around—the one at his hip is a result of a blow he took for Dedue. Sylvain wiggles his pecs at him and waggles his brows for extra measure. Not even Dedue can resist chuckling at his beloved being silly.
November 14, 2025 at 8:41 AM
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'I Don’t Deserve Companionship (Yet I Want it All the Same)'
archiveofourown.org/works/74155141

Written for the Syldue fanzine @sylduezine.bsky.social~

AM, one-shot; Dedue reunites with the Blue Lions. Sylvain does not wish to reconnect, for he doesn't know how to deal with genuine relationships.
I Don’t Deserve Companionship (Yet I Want it All the Same) Metal_Gear_XANA Summary: After years of assuming he is dead the Blue Lions are reunited with Dedue. Sylvain cherished the friendship he had with him, but knows it would be for the best if they don't rekindle it. After all Sylvain is afraid of forming genuine relationships. And Dedue deserves better. Written for the Syldue Fanzine, 'Let Them Talk!' Yes, that is exactly the reason why he is avoiding him. Not because he’s unsure how to approach someone he grew to care about deeply during the academy days. Who, him, the guy who can approach anyone with a suave smile and easy-going mindset? Nobody can intimidate him; he’s one of the only people to challenge His Highness’ ridiculous suicide crusade. So of course if he wanted to reconnect with Dedue he could with ease! He can do it now, obviously! It is just… just… Why kid yourself when you have been doing that all your life? You’re afraid to approach Dedue because you’re afraid of having a genuine relationship with someone. When people try to get to know the real you, you panic and avoid them at all cost. You push them until they trip over and can’t get back up, unless you reach out to help them. When you became friends with Dedue back then you were mortified that you continued down that track. How many times did you beg for something to end it, because you were too afraid to push him away, because you respected him and knew he deserved better? Then you got what you wanted: he’s missing, presumed dead.
November 14, 2025 at 12:36 AM
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'Antlers Grow Back'
archiveofourown.org/works/73756076

FEW3H, GW post-chapter 9, Claude & Golden Deer, Claude/Shez, one-shot.

Claude faces the consequences of his actions in Ailell as he tries to make amends with the Golden Deer and Shez.
Antlers Grow Back Metal_Gear_XANA Summary: FEW3H, Golden Wildfire, post-Chapter 9. Claude faces the consequences of his actions in Ailell as he tries to make amends with the Golden Deer and Shez. Nothing has been the same since Ailell. Claude has always been lonely; it is a feeling he has long become accustomed to since he was a kid. But this is different, for it was through his actions, not the circumstances of his heritage, that has pushed people away. He’s never had people who consider him a friend before, and so he has never imagined ruining genuine friendships. It should not bother him, for political friends are more important to his dreams than buddies, and yet… and yet he can’t pretend he doesn’t feel hurt and more alone than before.
November 6, 2025 at 8:54 AM
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Wip Wednesday! I may be able to upload the whole fic soon~!

FEW3H, GW, post-Chapter 9: Claude faces the consequences of his actions in Ailell, as he tries to make amends with the Golden Deer & Shez.

(Claude & Golden Deer, Shez & Golden Deer, Claude/F!Shez).
There are some fights worth backing away from, but those involving the Golden Deer and Shez are not one of them. He ponders who best to approach first. Someone who’ll hear him out, who’ll see his point, who’ll want to mend their friendship. But if he approaches such a person will the others think him desperately trying to ‘woo’ over the most susceptible to convince them to forgive him? He’s always been an overthinker; it is a blessing, but also a curse. He’s starting to think it’s more of a curse. Best to start with someone, though.
November 5, 2025 at 9:42 PM
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'As Good as it Gets'
archiveofourown.org/works/71828536

FE3H 30+ Weekend, Day 2: Politics.

Rhea/Anselma (Patricia)

Upon coming to Fhrdiad castle to conduct her duties, Rhea finds an 'abandoned' tower and enters to be alone. She did not expect to meet her old flame, Anselma.

#FE3H30weekend
There is no mistaking the chocolate brown hair and lilac eyes, despite the hairstyle and clothing being completely different from Adrestian. It looks quite jarring on her, and the vibe she evokes further gives the impression that she is not comfortable in it and will never be. “Anselma…?” The way Anselma snorts is so scathing, and the thin smile to gaze her pale features seem sadder than if she had burst into tears. “I have not been called that for a long time,” she remarks without the practised poise, something that drew Rhea to her when they first met. Melancholia flickers in her lilac eyes, as if beseeching her to rescue her from this prison. “Do you know what it is like taking on a name that isn’t yours, yet acting like it has always been?” I do. It takes all of Rhea’s willpower to not slouch or admit that very fact. “…Then I presume you go by a different name to protect your identity.” Another thing that Rhea is so intimately familiar with. “Patricia,” Anselma answers, the name sounding as if she’s addressed herself that since birth. “I could have been called worse.” “You do not like the name, or—” Rhea pauses upon recalling that Anselma’s sense of humour has always been… dry. But she isn’t upset with her gaffe, for the toothy grin to appear on Anselma’s face screams of her having not smiled in such a way in a very long time. “You’re still not the best in socialising with others, I see.” “Forgive me for being the Archbishop, then.”
October 4, 2025 at 9:54 PM
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'My Mask Slips Off With You'
archiveofourown.org/works/658410...

FE3H, Dorothea/Claude (Doroclaude/Claudoro), ch.3/3.

Dorothea and Claude are curious about each other, even though they are hyper-aware the other reads right through them. Because of this very fact they are drawn to one another.
My Mask Slips Off With You Metal_Gear_XANA Summary: Dorothea and Claude are curious about each other, even though they are hyper-aware the other reads right through them. Because of this very fact they are drawn to one another. (Little do they know that they will fall and love, and despite going down different (yet similar) routes they will meet up in an unexpected future). He eyes Lorenz, hoping that he will speak what is troubling him. Just on cue: “I should warn you that the envoy is… Dorothea.” Claude grows immediately lethargic. Alas he cannot hide his sudden nausea, with the way his polite smile drops entirely and how slack his appearance becomes. Wide-eyed he somehow resists the urge to blink, to instead allow them to dry to the verge of tears. When he inhales through his nose it sounds like he is cherishing his very last breath. It startles him to his core how he is responding to just the mere idea of seeing someone on the opposing side of the war. Because it isn’t ‘just someone’. If only it was ‘just someone’. Dorothea Arnault… it is certainly not the reunion he has envisioned. He’s imagined her defecting to Leicester, despite knowing she will never abandon the elevated position she has been given to support commoners across all of Fódlan. He’s indulged in the idea of the war coming to a peaceful end, where they can then meet up over tea and chess. He’s come to accept the reality that the next time they meet it will be as enemies on the field, and only one of them will leave alive. Yet she continues to be full of surprises, even two years on.
October 3, 2025 at 9:32 AM
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Fire Emblem: Engage Rarepair Week, 300 drabble

Day 3: Location

Fogado/Céline.

The two are on a lovely date in the verdant fields of Firene. Is it an actual normal date with no talks of politics? Or does a normal date of theirs incorporate politics???

#EngageRarepair25
“Now this is the sort of tea worth establishing trade for!” “Did we only come here to talk trade? That is quite an odd definition of a date.” Fogado grins one of his rare genuine playful ones at Céline as he lounges on the picnic carpet. The verdant fields of Firene sway every time a light sough blows through, and some flowers known as dandelions catch a ride along with them. “Come on Céline: I know you love striking at an opportunity,” he reminds her with a knowing glint in his eyes that most would deem charming, but Céline knows is dangerously intelligent. She cocks a brow at him, and fails to hide her drolly amused smile. “Is it so unbelievable that I wish to have an actual date?” He puckers his lips in mock deep thought, punctuated by him putting his hands behind his head. “Well~ whenever we’re usually around we talk politics and stuff, and you did remind me of Firene’s robust farming industry on the way here.” “Only because I am trying to make conversation with my boyfriend about a country he has never been to before.” Okay, he cannot help but get a little mushy at her casually referring to him as ‘boyfriend’: with the way his cheeks darken and his playful nature dissipating. And of course with the way she smirks in triumph means she noticed. “What would it take to convince you this is an innocent date?” she asks like she’s doing business. Alright: he’ll one-up her! With his most dazzling smile he leans forward across their meals from their cultures. “A kiss on the lips.” She kisses him—wait, she pulls away and that’s it? And she’s not even flustered? Now she’s giggling because of how he gawks at her. But he supposes he can’t be annoyed, not when they’re in a lovely picnic spot, the sun is shining, and his girlfriend looks truly liberated from her duties.
September 28, 2025 at 10:35 PM
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'Three Points of Three Loves'
archiveofourown.org/works/71405096

Triangle Strategy, ch.1/3 (Cordelia & Roland).

The three types of love Cordelia has throughout her life: familial (Roland), platonic (Frederica), and romantic (Avlora).
Three Points of Three Loves Metal_Gear_XANA Summary: The three types of love Cordelia has throughout her life: familial (Roland), platonic (Frederica), and romantic (Avlora).
September 27, 2025 at 8:04 AM
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Fire Emblem: Engage Rarepair Week, 200-300 drabble

Day 1: Fluff!

Timerra/Jade.

In which Timerra takes Jade to a jeweller to get her the lovely jewellery she deserves!

#EngageRarepair25
“Oh! Tiger eye will look totally amazing on you!” Jade allows Timerra to tug at her arm as they roam about the jeweller stand with the goal of purchasing her a gemstone that will look wonderful on her. Well it is rather Timerra’s goal; one that she treats with the same determination of needing to conquer the battlefield. But Jade is more than happy to tag along, for seeing the way Timerra’s eyes twinkle with an intensity to put all gemstones to shame does her heart good. “I presume that we are looking for the two of us, considering you wanted us to have a matching set,” Jade inquires. Timerra looks to her with a pearly white grin. (Having a gemstone remind Jade of such a radiant smile would be wonderful). “Of course!” They examine the sorts of tiger eye jewellery: necklaces, bracelets, rings, so forth. Timerra takes the saying ‘joined to the hip’ quite literally: she clings to her arm constantly, even when offering her the jewellery to try out. “Would you wear the jewellery all the time, or only in your casual wear? ‘Cause nobody will see what you wear through your armour.” “I would wear it all the time,” Jade answers. A soft smile appears before her as she brings her free hand to her chest. “The armour will ensure any jewellery is protected. It will be like how I protect and cherish you closely.” Timerra’s cheeks darken, a feat in of itself. Her chuckles come across giddy as she playfully slaps her intertwined arm. “You sappy flatterer…!” They act and look like a couple, and neither of them seem to mind. They’re each other’s matching gemstone. Jade wouldn’t have it any other way.
September 26, 2025 at 10:40 PM
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Fire Emblem Polyamory Week, Day 2: Injuries

Charlotte/Azura/Benny, Fire Emblem: Fates, 250 words drabble.

Charlotte is being treated for an injury, and is being her classic self. Azura and Benny go with the flow, unfazed by her outbursts.

#FEPolyamoryWeek
“Fuck! Can you try to handle me—” “—Like the delicate flower you are?” Azura interrupts with a cocked brow of droll amusement towards a Charlotte lambasting the way she treats the injury at her abdomen. Charlotte gawks as if she made the most heinous insult, then sulks in… she’d never admit ‘defeat’. “Don’t play smart with me ‘Zura…!” “My love, let us help you,” Benny speaks from behind Charlotte; he anchors her by tugging under her arms. Azura cannot help but smile at the way Charlotte’s cheeks tint pink from being unused to being referred to so lovingly by another, especially when she is being her authentic self. “Benny, dear,” Azura still isn’t quite used to using terms of endearments, but she forgets that notion with the way Benny’s expression melts to the warmth of one not used to affection. “You too will need to be checked for injuries.” “Very well.” The way he pauses screams of him wishing to say something else. A dorkish smiles appears on him. “I won’t be difficult like Charlotte.” Charlotte cranes her head to pout up at his puerile face. “You’re picking on me too, Benny?” “I make for quite a negative influence,” Azura jokes, snorting at how Charlotte shoots her a look. “And that’s probably why I love you,” Charlotte huffs, doing everything she can to not be a romantic. She looks back up at Benny. “Benny’s easy to love.” “Agree,” Azura chimes. “Now let’s continue addressing this wound—” “Oh, for fuck sakes—!
September 19, 2025 at 10:14 PM
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Fire Emblem Polyamory Week, Day 1: Coming Out

Ephraim/Forde/Kyle, Fire Emblem: Sacred Stones, 300 words drabble.

In which Ephraim is to tell his sister about him being in a relationship with Forde & Kyle... which she already knows.

#FEPolyamoryWeek
“If you are here to tell me that you are in a relationship with Forde and Kyle, then I must inform you that I already know.” Ephraim is not easily dumbfounded, yet he stands gawking like he’s never seen the creature that is his sister. From behind him he hears Forde say with smugness ‘told you’ to Kyle at his side; Ephraim can hear the damningly charming pearly grin in his tone. Kyle grumbles in a vain attempt to hide his embarrassment over perceiving their relationship to have been an amazingly kept secret. “That obvious, I see,” Ephraim says with a chuckle, for what else is there for him to say? “Or perhaps I cannot hide anything from my sister.” “No, you lot are obvious,” Eirika corrects him with droll amusement twinkling in her eyes. “And what do people think?” Kyle asks, ever wishing to be a model individual. “What matters what they think,” Ephraim huffs, then takes a few steps back to grasp Forde and Kyle’s hands. “It does not change what we have.” A snort attracts his attention to Forde trying to hold back a smirk. “I did not think I would hear the day that His Highness would be capable of being corny.” A snarl then attracts him to Kyle growling at Forde. “You mock His Highness, despite him showing great courage to confess to being in love with two men?” “And despite your criticisms of my conduct you are in love with me too,” Forde shoots back; no doubt that Kyle wishes to kiss that haughty grin off his face. Ephraim shoots them exasperated yet fond looks. “Perhaps I should kiss you two quiet?” (It appears that all three have completely forgotten about Eirika. Love is blind, after all).
September 18, 2025 at 9:46 AM
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Wip for the FE3H 30+ Characters Weekend middleagedfe3h.bsky.social!

For Day 2 (Politics) I have written a one-shot of Rhea/Anselma (Edelgard's Mom)~!

In which Rhea bumps into her... old flame, secret lover, Anselma, and it's not the reunion one would wish for.
“I have not been called that for a long time,” she remarks without the practised poise, something that drew Rhea to her when they first met. Melancholia flickers in her lilac eyes, as if beseeching her to rescue her from prison. “Do you know what it is like taking on a name that isn’t yours, yet acting like it has always been?” I do. It takes all of Rhea’s willpower to not slouch or admit that very fact. “…Then I presume you go by a different name to protect your identity.” Another thing that Rhea is so intimately familiar with. “Patricia,” Anselma answers, the name sounding as if she’s addressed herself that since birth. “I could have been called worse.” “You do not like the name, or—” Rhea pauses upon recalling that Anselma’s sense of humour has always been… dry. But she isn’t upset with her gaffe, for the toothy grin to appear on Anselma’s face screams of her having not smiled in such a way in a very long time. “You’re still not the best in socialising with others, I see.” “Forgive me for being the Archbishop, then.” Anselma has always brought on this cheeky side to her that she thought has long died since the Incident of the Red Canyon. She has this charisma to her that draws in all; she could send men to their deaths and they would do so without regrets or complaints. There are many qualities to Anselma von Arundel that makes her (playfully yet also literally) dangerous, and alluring.
September 17, 2025 at 10:25 PM
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HMMMMMMMM...

Maybe I am over-thinking this, but it is interesting that Theodora (Fire Emblem Fortune's Weave) in this screenshot looks extremely similar (posing, composition) to the famous Lucifer painting, 'The Fallen Angel'.
Screenshot of Theodora from 'Fire Emblem: Fortune's Weave' (2025 trailer), angled three-quarters, in daylight, close shot, angled similarly to the painting 'The Fallen Angel' by the French artist Alexandre Cabanel. Zoom in of the head of 'The Fallen Angel' painting by the French artist Alexandre Cabanel.
September 17, 2025 at 3:33 AM
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#fe3htimeskip, Day 14: Free Space!

Theme is 'a fic still going', which is my Rhea/Manuela fic! Rhea wishes to be treated like a person, so thinks Manuela is the ideal option. They may even fall in love :0!

'And She’s Played Church For Far Too Long'
archiveofourown.org/works/54665350
And She’s Played Church For Far Too Long Metal_Gear_XANA Summary: Rhea craves to be treated like an everyday person, and to make a friend. Professor Manuela, someone known to treat her colleagues with casualness (allegedly for better and worse), seems to be the perfect person to treat her as such. Little do they know how much they have in common. They are both women with unhealthy coping mechanisms. They both ignore those trying to help them. Perhaps over the months they can help each other, form a wonderful friendship, and even fall in love along the way. Lady Rhea notices her arrival. Adorned in her regalia and headpiece she seems divine, a messenger blessed by the Goddess herself, never free of her duties, making her seem, though weirdly worded, painted yet worn out. Lady Rhea smiles and gestures to the opposite seat. Mustering her most charismatic smile Manuela takes her seat. “The market had Angelica tea!” She places the bag between them. Rhea does not brighten up: could it be that she isn’t into tea, and only agreed as a means to start their friendship? “Although I must admit I am not familiar with the ideal means of brewing it,” she adds. Honesty is important for forming bonds… though she wouldn’t dare lie to the Archbishop. Stop treating her like the Archbishop! “It is no hassle for me to brew tea, Professor Manuela,” Rhea chuckles, yet she hears how practised the sound is. “If we’re going to be casual with one another then we’ll need to drop the formalities,” Manuela decrees as she assists Lady Rhea with heating the tea, and allowing her to brew the right temperature. “You are right, Prof—Manuela,” Rhea blunders as she pours them tea, her face contorted in a manner of one struggling to adjust to something. “It is far easier said than done,” Manuela sympathises. She lifts her tea as a toast. “I think it’ll take me quite some time until I drop ‘Lady’ or ‘Archbishop’ with you, Lady Rhea. Ah, I did it again!” That last comment doesn’t conjure a laugh. Lady Rhea simply nods. Right, well, best to move on. Manuela takes a cautious sip of the tea. The taste is… adequate, but not her kind. Upon lowering it she notes how Lady Rhea hasn’t even given her tea a sip. Those jade eyes simply observe her with the interest of a scholar fascinated in the results their subject will wield. Alright then—time to make conversation.
September 15, 2025 at 9:58 PM
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Interesting thing I noticed in 'Fire Emblem: Fortune's Weave': Left woman looks either to be an Arundel ancestor or Lysithea's ancestor.
Screenshot from 'Fire Emblem: Fortune's Weave'. Depicts two women wearing nun-esque clothes of white. One on the left has the face of Lysithea, with lilac eyes and chocolate brown (or black) hair. The one on the right is likely Nabatean; has green hair and a flower.
September 15, 2025 at 10:23 AM
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#fe3htimeskip, Day 13: AU of Your Choice!

My novel-length AM AU, Hegemon Edelthea fic: Dorothea bumps into the Hegemon, they wish to eliminate TWSitD, head to Merceus to find clues, and unintentionally adopt some children.

'Can There Still Be a Brighter Dawn?'
archiveofourown.org/works/40504932
Can There Still Be a Brighter Dawn? Metal_Gear_XANA Summary: AU Post-Azure Moon, Hegemon Edelgard/Dorothea. A week has passed since the passing of the emperor, and Dorothea ponders what her future is. Recalling how Manuela planned to open an orphanage Dorothea decides to meet her to join her. Along the way she is ambushed and rescued by a beast. The beast is Edelgard, whom wishes to eliminate Those Who Slither in the Dark so none will ever suffer what she suffered. Dorothea decides to join her cause. But when they stop for Dorothea to catch Manuela up to speed, Edelgard rescues some orphan children from TWSitD. To Edelgard and Dorothea's surprise the rescued children become fond of Edelgard. Now it is a question of what to do: does Dorothea stay to run this orphanage while Edelgard goes to fight TWSitD? Does Edelgard and Dorothea have a future worth pursing? “Although I cannot rid the Church without my companions or country, I will eliminate Those Who Slither in the Dark,” she decrees, her booming voice sounding like the times she rallied people in the great halls of the throne room. Years ago Edelgard confided in her about those that medically tortured her and her siblings to create the perfect weapon to eliminate Seiros and her kin. How could Dorothea forget the day that she saw Edelgard cry for the first time? When Edelgard coughed blood and collapsed when the two had tea together she learnt a horrible truth: Edelgard’s Twin Crests place enormous stress on her body. She also learnt how Lysithea suffers too, and that both her and Edelgard have only a few years left to live. Dorothea wonders if Edelgard’s life has been cut shorter in this form. She is too frightened to ask. “They will never ever harm any other person so long as I live. If I am to die then it will be after I rid them for good.” When Edelgard’s mind is made up then no one, not even the Goddess herself, can stop her. Even if she must conquer this task on her own she will soldier on. That’s always been an admirable quality of hers. Yet she knows that Edelgard cannot do this on her own. In that towering form she can’t spy or investigate matters. Those Who Slither in the Dark are called as such because they are slippery people; they have invaded all manners of life across Fódlan: nobles, commoners, soldiers, all. Unfortunately Edelgard has no one to turn to… at least that is what Edelgard thinks. She will help her. They have always agreed to create a world where none are ever used or abused for the sake of another, and then tossed aside once their use has been fulfilled. Whilst the Church will continue to exist at least ridding those who pull Fódlan’s strings in the shadows will be eliminated. The war was too much for her, but this fight is not a war that encompasses countless innocent lives. This is a battle for a brighter future for Fódlan.
September 15, 2025 at 8:11 AM
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#fe3htimeskip, Day 12: Made for a Zine or Event

I'll start off with zine! I wrote three 500 words diary entries based on Shez, for the fanzine: 'Just Another Day'!

-F!Shez & Bernadetta
-M!Shez & Claude
-F!Shez & Flayn

'The Days in the Life of Shez'
archiveofourown.org/works/61558084
The Days in the Life of Shez Metal_Gear_XANA Summary: Being a mercenary means Shez keeps a diary to write of his/her exploits. From trying to help Bernadetta overcome her anxieties, to worrying about Claude bottling his problems, and to trying to get Flayn out and about, these are the adventures that Shez gets up to. Three diary entries written for the Shez Fanzine, 'Just Another Day'!
September 15, 2025 at 8:04 AM
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#fe3htimeskip, Day 11: Your Most Unhinged!

I posted an OT8, I posted monster-fucking, so:

My NSFW Edelferdibert three-chapters fic in which they're trying to figure out how to do a threesome!

'How to Threesome?'
archiveofourown.org/works/495837...

Edelgard/Ferdinand/Hubert, 3 chapters, NSFW!
How To Threesome? Metal_Gear_XANA Summary: “How do threesomes work?” Silence. At least they are not looking at her with the expectation of a punchline. They look to each other for guidance or to figure who should speak first. Hubert seems unfocused, but she and Ferdinand know him to be focusing deeply on the matter. Ferdinand purses his lips and furrows his brows in deep thought. “Well there is someone in the middle and… er, well…” he flounders, growing uncharacteristically tongue-tied—it would have been endearing, had the topic not been serious. “…I must confess I do not know any other details.” Edelgard, Hubert, and Ferdinand wish to have a threesome, though they are unsure how to conduct one. Thus they research into the matter and proceed to try it. Suffice to say first attempts are bound to be clunky. That smile on Ferdinand is too radiating for a person, and oh how she—and Hubert, though he would act like he is doing it out of annoyance than fondness—wants to smother him with kisses. “Abusing your power, Edelgard? How dastardly of you! I must right these wrongs!” Ferdinand leans forward to peck her mouth with chaste kisses, and she snorts and smiles against his lips as she returns the favour. His kisses are always so endearing and playful, full of warmth; they are perfectly indicative of his character. She always needs to caress his cheeks, a need equivalent to breathing. When he pulls away he musters a faux look of disapproval towards Hubert, accentuated by a thrust of his chest (the sleepwear highlights his pecs quite well; her respect to the tailor) and a pout. “And you, Hubert! A retainer must be able to voice their objections to their emperor! You can’t simply be a lap dog!” Hubert cocks a brow at him, his face utterly deadpan, always wishing to goad him. A smirk etches across his face, and it really shouldn’t be so arousing to herself and Ferdinand. “Then it is best you teach this dog a lesson, if you so dare.” Ferdinand leans across her to smack his lips against Hubert’s smug lips. She can’t help but chuckle as Hubert pretends that he absolutely loathes it, oh how convincing, especially when he kisses the ‘tiresome buffoon’ back with a hint of a smile. Hubert is still unused to physical affection, so he keeps his hands to himself. But him allowing Ferdinand to grab the back of his neck to deepen the kiss screams volumes of him growing accustomed to receiving such affection from his loves.
September 15, 2025 at 7:57 AM
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#fe3htimeskip, Day 10: Pure Angst

Definitely have to say my three-chapters fic, 'Rotting Birds'!

A fic entered on Ionius IX reuniting with Edelgard after the experiments, and seeing how life will never be the same for them both.

'Rotting Birds'
archiveofourown.org/works/638371...
Rotting Birds Metal_Gear_XANA Summary: When Ionius is reunited with his daughter, Edelgard, upon her being let out of the palace dungeons, and sees her condition and how no other child of his has survived, nothing is ever the same. Before him is his daughter El. Such a fact should bring him joyful relief but— — all he feels is crushing despair. Once brown sugar hair is now rendered white; there is not even one strand that maintains the old colour. Such a colour may have seemed enchanting, moonlight in hair form, but with the deathly pallor skin it makes her look ghastly. Scars mat her exposed arms, legs, and peering through the opening in her chest, all disturbingly precise in a way that can only be conducted by those making vivisections. A once spunky child, capable of getting into a bit of mischief, unafraid to talk back to dubbed superiors, walks with not a shred of that cocksure confidence. No she trudges along, as if every step she makes is physically painful and too demanding a task. Lilac eyes that used to twinkle have dimmed to the dullest sheen imaginable, devoid of life. From this encroaching distance he can see the dry tear tracks on her dirtied face. A masked individual steps forth from the abyss right behind her, hand upon her shoulder: with the way they stand it is as if they are presenting a most wondrous gift to the emperor. Even if the face is obscured Ionius senses the proud smile to adorn that figure. Some time passes… and it soon dawns on him that no other child is emerging from the palace’s depths… But he still waits, ho—should he hope for them to be alive, when he sees how El is? Yet regardless of how his wishes teeter-totter back and forth he sees it now: There are no more children.
September 10, 2025 at 9:37 AM
duckieyabba.bsky.social
#fe3htimeskip, Day 9: Pure Fluff or Silliness

I rarely if ever write pure fluff, BUT I wrote 'polygamous Black Eagles (OT8) discussing how to celebrate their 5th anniversary together' one-shot!

'How to Plan A Polygamous Anniversary?'
archiveofourown.org/works/60221314
How to Plan A Polygamous Anniversary? Metal_Gear_XANA Summary: FE3H Polyship Week 2024, Day 7-Free Theme (Anniversary). Tomorrow is the Black Eagles' fifth anniversary as a polygamous relationship. So they all discuss how best to celebrate it together. It is as hard as it sounds. “Let’s go down a line to my right, then circle down to the other side,” Edelgard decrees, knowing the madness that would happen if everyone began talking over one another. “Hubert?” He strokes his beard, a new habit he has developed since growing it. She can see the wedding finger to match their polygamous relationship: a black ring with a ruby eagle encrusted on it. Everyone has such a ring. It never fails to warm Edelgard’s hopelessly romantic heart whenever she sees every single Black Eagle wear it. “I find myself drawn to nature,” Hubert starts. “The serenity of it has no equal.” “But we had to walk through nature to get here!” Caspar argues. “Why waste the day on something we’ve already done?” Hubert huffs; it causes both his eyes to become visible, all displaying annoyance. “I was thinking of a different location, Caspar.” “I go on many nature walks,” Bernadetta speaks. It is quite the beautiful sight to see that she has grown so comfortable with the Black Eagles. She still has her moments, particularly with strangers, but the Black Eagles understand and support her. A smile graces her. “So if you need a list of places then Bernie is your girl.” “If we are to agree with nature then I wish to build onto the idea,” Petra chimes in. This goes against the order of suggesting ideas, but Edelgard allows it… All eyes are on Petra. “We can go on a hunting expedition.” “I would rather not do anything strenuous for our anniversary…” Linhardt speaks, blunter than any weapon. Hubert shoots him a look. “Does that include walking?” “Yes.”
September 9, 2025 at 10:23 PM
duckieyabba.bsky.social
For NSFW, it is my Hegelthea (Hegemon Edelthea) one-shot of 'Dorothea gifts Hegemon Edelgard a giant phallus to ride on for her sexual pleasures, feat. tail fucking and dry humping for Dorothea'.

'Even the Hegemon Needs Love'
archiveofourown.org/works/536140...
Even the Hegemon Needs Love Metal_Gear_XANA Summary: Edelthea Week (NSFW) 2024, Day 2: Gestures Dorothea has a sexy surprise for the hegemon: a giant phallus made to cater to her form! Edelgard greatly appreciates it, yet she also wants to make sure her beloved has a wonderful time too. When they pull away Dorothea’s pupils dilate with a lust that even makes the hegemon shiver. “Now then, dearest Hegie,” comes out as a seductive drawl. One of her hands rubs the skirt-dress where her cunt lays hidden behind it. Edelgard can’t help but let out a pleased low growl. “Why don’t I warm you up first before you ride your phallus?” “Take off your clothes first and then we shall proceed,” Edelgard points out, though her rumbling heated voice sounds more like an order. Not that Dorothea seems to mind—that lip bite is extremely telling. Ever a gentlelady she assists her beloved with unfastening her metallic corset. Throughout the process she lays some lingering kisses along her nape, smiling with every giggle to escape Dorothea. Once done Dorothea shimmies out of her dress and places it aside. The sight of her sun spots adorning along her skin, the hint of a belly pouch, and the tantalising thicket of hair between her thighs will never grow old. Eclipsed eyes and orbs shine as brightly as the sun, blinding enough for Dorothea to squint her eyes up at her. Her facial veins throb to the tune of her throbbing cunt. That devious smirk to cross Dorothea speaks of her being extremely thrilled to have such a sway over her. When it is someone as wonderful as Dorothea can anyone blame Edelgard for being so enamoured?
September 8, 2025 at 10:30 PM
duckieyabba.bsky.social
#fe3htimeskip, Day 8: Your Most Underrated.

I have a couple, so it was hard to choose! But I'll choose one SFW, and one NSFW (next thread):

For SFW, it is 'Ionius is dying, and Edelgard cannot see him--an emperor must prioritise the people' fic!

'Time Betrays'
archiveofourown.org/works/67959961
Time Betrays Metal_Gear_XANA Summary: A letter is sent to Edelgard stating her father's death draws near. Yet due to her duties as emperor protecting the border with Faerghus until it is secured Edelgard does not have the luxury to be by his side. She cannot leave. She must prioritise her people above family matters... “A missive from Ionius IX.” Father? She takes it while gauging the messenger’s face and body for any sign of what sort of news it is. He seems skittish, meaning the news is crucial and needs to be addressed as soon as possible. She offers her gratitude and dismisses him. Then she looks to Hubert and Ferdinand, and orders them to wait outside. Once alone she un-scrolls the letter and reads. My Dearest El There is no gentle way to address this… My end draws near. Even without the apothecaries’ input I feel my time coming, though unfortunately I do not know exactly when. But it is soon. Very soon. I do not wish to make you choose between your duties and me; I simply wish to inform you of my condition so it does not come as a shock when I pass. Do not I would be lying if I said I will be content without you at my death bed, but I know you must prioritise the war effort and your people. All I can ask of you is that you write me a letter. I… I do not know if this is the last letter you shall receive from me. I will write one and keep it with me; you will read it once I die. Do not hold back on anything when you write me a response. Know that I love you, my daughter. Your Father, Ionius IX She grips onto the letter as if letting it go will seal her father’s fate. While her expression appears neutral to an onlooker her jaw is so tight that it aches her into her ears. For an agonising minute she forgets how to breathe. It is no surprise that her father’s health declines to the point of a nearing death. Since last year during her coronation he has made it clear that his time draws near. Death is something she is intimately familiar with. So she should be prepared. And at least his death will be under kinder circumstances; she should feel some shred of happiness over that. So she should be prepared. Yet she is affected. This is her father. Someone who has been there for her, even through her darkest moments. The last who will call her ‘El’
September 8, 2025 at 10:30 PM
duckieyabba.bsky.social
#fe3htimeskip, Day 6: Made For a Friend & Collab (in next thread)

I wrote this Ferdigard smut one-shot as a gift for my amazing friend and Ferdigard connoisseur @laminecuisine.bsky.social!

'My Love, I Adore You (In Control)'
archiveofourown.org/works/43369161
My Love, I Adore You (In Control) Metal_Gear_XANA Summary: Ferdinand senses that Edelgard would love to take their relationship into passionate territories, yet something seems to be halting her from doing so. Upon learning that she is worried that her dominating nature means using him for her own needs, for she can't let go of control, he assures her that the act of sex alone is about forgoing some control. And he loves the idea of her dominating him. He almost lunges off the bed as he reaches out. “Er, before you change into your sleepwear I wish to ask you something!” She turns to him after having placed her horned crown unto the vanity. She eyes him with dumbfounded puzzlement and droll amusement. “Is it really so important that you cannot wait for me to change?” He is tongue-tied with how utterly foolish he must be looking and sounding. His face warms up at his blundering mannerisms. “Yes—well, it has to do with not changing!” Somehow he has made her even more speechless. Owlishly she blinks at him, as if searching for the punch line, only to see with how he is eyeing her nervously and timidly that this is no joke. Concernedly, and it would have been comical with how her brows furrow with the confusion of one not knowing whether to be concerned about him or for him, she moves towards him. She sits beside him and stares with those prying lilac eyes trying to break him out of a prison of his own making. The intensity of those eyes, heightened by the candlelight along the room, has him swallow hard and his palms to sweat. He pivots to face her better and hold her hands. The armour is cold, but it soothes his burning self. He inhales sharply through his nose. Once more his face turns redder than what seems humanly possible, and the feeling of fire licking against his cheeks reminds him of what he is about to ask. “Do you wish to partake in intercourse…!?”
September 7, 2025 at 10:31 PM
duckieyabba.bsky.social
#fe3htimeskip Day 5: Out of Your Comfort Zone

Sex pollen/dubious consent! It's been something I have wanted to write for a while, wasn't sure I'd pull it off, and then I did!

'No One Else (Can Feel Me Deeper)'
archiveofourown.org/works/572647...

FE3H Edelthea, 2 chapters, summary in left pic!
No One Else (Can Feel Me Deeper) Metal_Gear_XANA Summary: Upon Hubert returning from a reconnaissance mission Edelgard learns that Dorothea has been infected by a plant that makes one crave sexual gratification from another: if not addressed she will die. Yet not just anyone can save her: “Here is how it works: the one infected can only be cured by having sexual relations with the person they lust and romantically yearn for… and that, that person reciprocates their feelings.” …What…? Did she… understand that correctly? But that would mean… no it can’t be right...! “You’re trying to help me, despite being uncomfortable,” Dorothea splutters, now crying without doubt. One of her hands reaches to graze hers, only to then pull away. “Here I am desiring you, and given the opportunity to have sex with you… and there is this tiny part of me that is happy to have this chance…” Ah… that is why she perceives herself selfish, despite thinking of her wellbeing. It seems this modified plant’s effects also work as some means to make one speak the truth. Truly she does not fault Dorothea for having thoughts that she believes makes her a horrible person. Every human being has thoughts they are guilty of having, yet that does not mean the person is terrible. There is this tiny part of her that is relieved to hear that Dorothea desires her; it confirms one part of Hubert’s point of how to help her, which can mean that she is indeed in love with her. How ridiculous; a second ago she was dismayed at the prospect of Dorothea being in love with her, of all people, and now she feels a tinge of giddiness at the idea. “I am only uncomfortable as I do not wish to take advantage of your state,” she confesses, hoping her soft gaze showcases that she has taken down a few bricks of her self-imposed fortress: that she is only being truthful. Forest eyes widen so much it appears to take up the majority of her face. Some earth-shattering realisation slams right into Dorothea. Judging by how her eyes searches her to see if she is wrong in interpreting something Edelgard suspects that she may be aware of the one means of helping her. Shameful predicament aside here lies a woman who is completely open to another, of someone usually too guarded to show any cracks. “Then… does that mean you… love me—or desire me in the very least?”
September 5, 2025 at 10:44 PM