My Heart Beats for Mercievain
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those three words by imagymnasia
Fandoms: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
13 Sep 2020
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For Sylcedes Week 2020
1: honesty / storytellingYou’re the only one for me.
I can’t live without you.
You complete me.
I love you.Those words meant something to most people, but not to Sylvain.
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- Part 1 of My Heart Beats for Mercievain
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till all you see is my ghost by imagymnasia
Fandoms: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
14 Sep 2020
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For Sylcedes Week 2020
2: mirrors / masks“What I mean is, if you need, you know, some time, no one would blame you if…” Mercedes is smiling, now, and that makes him stop. “What? What did I say?”
“Oh, Sylvain,” and he hates the way it sounds fake, patronizing, placating, “that’s very sweet of you. Really. I’m happy to know you thought of me.”
How could I not? he wants to ask and doesn’t.
“I’m just looking out for a friend,” he says instead. “A friend who’s hurting.”
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- Part 2 of My Heart Beats for Mercievain
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consequences by imagymnasia
Fandoms: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
15 Sep 2020
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For Sylcedes Week 2020
3: childhood / teatime“I told you,” she said sweetly, offering the tray to Dedue for seconds (which he happily accepted), “they’re not for you.”
“But you said they were for after class!”
“They are,” said Mercedes. “But they’re not for you.”
Behind him, Ashe whistled. “You know it’s bad when Mercedes is mad at you.”
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- Part 3 of My Heart Beats for Mercievain
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here to protect you by imagymnasia
Fandoms: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
19 Sep 2020
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For Sylcedes Week 2020
4: sacrifice / duty“Mercedes, heads up!” He slowed to a canter just as the bird began to gather its strength for a new attack. At the sound of her name she looked up, startled, then reached for him; Sylvain leaned out of the saddle and reached as far as he could, clasping her arm in his and pulling her up behind him.
Mercedes immediately wrapped her arms around his waist. Sylvain urged his horse forward. They surged past the bird as it unleashed its whirlwind, the remnants whipping behind them as it ricocheted from the canyon walls and pelted them with bits of stone.
“What were you thinking?” he asked, not turning to look at her. “You’re not a soldier, Mercedes. What did you think—” Then he stopped; safe place, then lecture.
Wait, lecture?
Saints, he sounded like Ingrid.
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- Part 4 of My Heart Beats for Mercievain