Three Houses Reader Inserts

Unlucky (Yuri x Reader)

Takes place after "Fed to the Wolves".

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Were you just unlucky? No one was supposed to bother you here! But Constance would not shut up!

You just wanted to read and be left alone but here was Constance prattling on about "noble" this and "noble" that.  She was your only friend, and you didn't want to be rude, but you sincerely didn't care at all about her plans to regain her noble standing or whatever.

You were probably the worst person to help her with her goal anyways. At least you thought so. Being disowned from a noble house was a pretty good indicator that you didn't match up to what was expected of noble houses in Fódlan. It was stupid really. Between you and your two older brothers, you were probably the least likely to run the Gautier House into the ground. Oh wait, that's right. The mere idea of letting someone without a crest be the heir of a noble house? Unthinkable! Just the thought might be enough to disgrace your noble name!

You smiled at that and placed the closed book in your lap, amused by your own thoughts.

"Are you even listening to me?" an indignant voice brought you back to reality. 

You guiltily looked back at the once noble girl as she expectantly tapped her foot while watching you, "Am I allowed to lie?"

Constance gasped with exaggerated indignation, "I can not believe this. Do you know how rude it is to have someone-- a lady no less!-- prattle on while you ignore them!"

"Hey, in my defense, I never agreed to listen to begin with."

"I would think you'd be more inclined to listen to my plight considering yours is quite similar."

Sure similar, you honestly could not see how she had arrived at that conclusion.

You had both lost everything, that much was true, but that was where the similarities ended. Your circumstances were completely different and, unlike her, you have no interest in turning back time.

There was nothing you missed about your old life.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Miklan frowned at nothing in particular while he sat at the table. Sylvain glared daggers at his tea while you shivered in your seat. The winter was perilously frigid, all the more reason for your father's rage.

The silence was charged with unexpressed emotions and you could hardly handle it.

"I'm sorry..." you finally managed to whisper.

Both your older brothers spoke at once to tell you it wasn't your fault. It was almost unbelievable that they agreed with each other on something to begin with.

"I'm the one who snuck us out." Sylvain added, "It was dumb of me." Then his voice changed its tone, turning almost as frigid as the air around you. "You didn't have to hit me." he spat at Miklan.

Miklan scoffed with and sardonic smile on his face, "Maybe if you weren't such a fool I wouldn't feel the need to hit you."

After that no one spoke again. The Gautiers weren't exactly known for expressing their feelings productively.

But the truth of the matter was that you had almost fallen through the ice and Miklan, who had just been arriving, took the blame for the whole situation when your father found out.

"He already doesn't like me." he had said. And as upset as Sylvain was for the new bruise that was starting to form on his face, you knew he was at least grateful to Miklan for taking the brunt of the punishment.

You weren't sure if it was a good feeling, but the fact that your siblings didn't completely hate each other made you feel warm inside.

The memory tugged at your heartstrings, but you held firm. There was nothing to miss.

"...And sure, it wouldn't exactly work to the same effect, but you could still go through with your betrothal. There are surely benefits to being married to someone so powerful, even if it is through less than savory means."

You nearly choked on your own breath when you zoned back into Constance's yammering.

"Have you gone mad?" you asked while standing and heading towards the room's exit back first. "I'd rather die than marry that slimy, little--"

"Who's slimy?" You heard a voice almost immediately behind you. "Surely it isn't me you're talking about."

Turning around with your arms crossed your meet Yuri's gaze. "Actually, yes, it is you we're talking about. I have more insults lined up if you want to hear them."

Closing the gap between you a bit, the purple haired man smirked and added, "You just don't want to admit you find me irresistible."

You thought that after dealing with him so many times you would have gotten a better hold on replying to him, but the way he left you sputtering as he walked away proved how wrong you had been. 

You stepped out of the room and yelled at his retreating back with a petulant stomp of your foot, "Your make-up's uneven!"

Without missing a beat, and without a hint of doubt, he replied, "No, it isn't!"

You didn't even say anything to Constance as you left the room completely in the opposite direction.

"Stupid Yuri and his stupid perfect self." you muttered under your breath as you made your way around the abyss streets kicking bits of rubble as you went.

You weren't paying any attention to where you were going, but you didn't expect to run face first into a much taller persons chiseled abdomen. Cursing, you instinctively put your hands up to steady yourself.

"Woah there, little lady," you heard Baltus say, "Where's the fire?" he joked, all the while you glared at him, expecting him to move. But instead he invaded your personal space further, "Unless, this was your clever way of copping a feel, you coulda just asked, you know?"

"Ugh!" You stepped away from the infuriating man; it was just one thing after another today! "Are you, by chance, allergic to shirts?" you asked sarcastically.

"If you've got the muscles, why not flaunt them, am I right?" he replied proudly.

You rolled your eyes and moved to sidestep him, but before you could, you felt his hand on your shoulder stopping you. "Look, I know you're angry, but pushing everyone away isn't the solution."

You scoffed, "Are you actually giving advice. Sorry if I'd rather not listen to a guy with several bounties on his head."

"Sheesh!" He held up his hands in mock surrender, "You sure don't hold back any punches."

You continued walking away without replying when another hand suddenly stopped you. You looked up to see Yuri and you pushed his hand away roughly, "Wasn't I just trying to get away from you?" you said, mostly to yourself and he smirked.

"I'm pretty sure I know my home turf better than you, friend."

"I'm not your friend. What do you want?"

"We've got a mission." He answered vaguely, further infuriating you.

"I'm sorry, we?"

"Don't blame me. It's our new Professor's idea." Yet he didn't seem any less pleased about it. "I'd go get ready if I were you."

Yup, unluckiest day ever.