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  1. Public Bookmark 1

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    People like Dorothea are never the main characters of the story. Things like that are reserved for emperors or chosen ones or goddess-blessed heroes, and she's content with playing them on a stage. So when she arrives at Garreg Mach Monastery, she has two goals: graduate and find a rich husband. Easy, right? Charm is her strong suit and boys are so predictable. When a mysterious new professor shows up and takes over the Black Eagles, though, it turns out it's not as simple as she thinks, especially when the professor does not respond to her advances and keeps popping up in her thoughts...

    AKA FE3H Crimson Flower from Dorothea's perspective as she navigates her goals, fears, and feelings she never asked for. All/most canon events happen but with added headcanon scenes and a deep dive into how the events of the game and the war affect her and her relationship with Byleth, whom we all know is complicated, to say the least.

    (This is my first fic and I have no idea what I'm doing but I love this game so much.)

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    04 Jul 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 6

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    Byleth had read, in stories of heroes and princesses, that the sound of clashing blades was like singing, that a fight was like dancing. She felt, more than heard, the deafening clang of Aymr against the Sword of the Creator. It reverberated through her hands, up her arms, and into her chest as her ears rang, the vibration in her bones like an overbearing double bass attempting to cover the hideous cry of an out of tune trumpet. Swords and axes must be the most horrid singers in all Fódlan, she thought, and soldiers the most depressing dancers.

     

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    Byleth must learn to accept the reality she created, before she may be allowed to rest.

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    18 May 2026

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    Leonie, as Byleth's self-appointed rival and as Jeralt's number one apprentice, can't stop thinking about the other woman. She strives to improve herself in order to one day prove herself better than Byleth, and later on, to keep a certain promise. | Request for vulpixel

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    18 May 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 17

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    And it's fine. Being close to Leonie, even like this, is fine. It's more than Byleth has ever known; it's not like her father was particularly huggy with her. She's fine like this. If she's just Leonie's sister, it's fine.

    Really.


    The war ends, but Byleth and Leonie still can't admit their feelings for one another.

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    17 May 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 5

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    Byleth Eisner neither knew nor cared about the ambitions of those in power. For her, life consisted of jumping from job to job and killing who she was told to kill. To her enemies, she was a demon. To her father, she was a blessing. To her, she was human.

    Leonie Pinelli held herself up to a high standard. She had been granted the opportunity to achieve something, to go to Garreg Mach and fulfil her ambitions for the sake of all those before her who never got the chance. She had to win. To her peers, she was a friend. To the nobility, she was a peasant. To her, she was a mercenary.

    Claude von Riegan never considered himself a noble. Though the blood of two dynasties flowed through his veins, and a Crest signified a grander destiny, he didn’t want to be anything special. The world didn’t care about what he wanted, though. To Almyra, he was the half-breed runaway prince. To Leicester, he was the bastard heir to House Riegan. To him, he was a mistake.

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    17 May 2026