Three Houses Reader Inserts

Seemingly (Male!Byleth x Mercenary!Reader)

Request by:
Soccerseagull16

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That stupid blue-haired jerk!

You were fine! You had the enemy on the run! 

You did not need saving!

Leave it to Mr. perfect to always make you look bad. 

You let the arrow fly and smirked when you saw it break through the first one and imbed itself in the center of your target. 

"Y/N!" 

You jumped a little, startled.

"Yeah?"

"Pack up, kid, we're leaving."

With that, Jeralt left to make sure everyone else got ready. 

You sighed. 

Since you were 12 you had been one of Jeralt's mercenaries. 

They had helped your town even though your town wasn't able to pay much. 

You wanted to be like them and you really didn't have any reason to stay in your town, so you stowed away in a crate they were hauling with them. 

They were about three towns over by the time they figured out that one of the crates was a little heavier than expected. 

It took a lot of pleading to convince Jeralt to let you stay. 

But he gave you a chance and you proved yourself. Though you still got teased for being the youngest one in the company. You were a couple of years younger than Jeralt's son, Byleth. But even if he had been younger than you he wouldn't have gotten teased; they respected him too much. He was the Ashen Demon after all. You rolled your eyes at the thought. 

You simply could not stand that man. There truly was no reason for your disdain towards him. It was just one of those things that happen without explanation. 

He was effortlessly great at everything. He was never fazed by anything and treated everyone the same. Emotionlessly. You hated his stupid deadpan expression. You hated how all the girls in the towns you visited seemed to flock around him. 

But most of all: You hated that he constantly tried to help you. 

You didn't need any help! What were you? A damsel in distress? 

You scoffed as you joined the others on the trek out of this village. 

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"Are you alright?" The infuriatingly entrancing voice of Byleth filled your ears. 

"Thanks to you." you said sarcastically; vitriolically. 

"I was only trying to help."

You rolled your eyes and glared pointedly at him, "Look. I'm not some princess that needs saving, got it?"

"I never said you were."

You scoffed and looked away, "Whatever. Just stay out of my way."

Byleth always tried to make small talk with you. It was probably due to the fact that, before you came along, he was by far the youngest mercenary in the company. He may have been looking for a friend. But you weren't.   

He was your rival. You needed to be better than him. Him with his stupid good looks!--luck! Stupid good luck!

Suddenly there was a rustle in the bushes. Jeralt motioned for you all to halt your march. But just at that moment, arrows started flying from all directions. There was no way to see your attackers from within the foliage.