Interviewing Garreg Mach (Fire Emblem: Three Houses one shots)

Doubt comes in (Sylvain X Felix X Ingrid X F!Reader)

Okay maybe I should make this it's own book? Maybe? Feel free to lmk if you want this separate from this book or want it woven in. 

Continuation from last chapter. 

[Oh gosh this one gets kinda heavy so watch out.] 

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Last chapter recap: Your eyes scanned around the group, looking for a sign, anything, that the man you spent all these years wishing was still alive was here. 

Your heart sunk to the floor. You felt bile rising in your throat and tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Everyone besides Dimitri looked at you with concern as you fell to the floor, unable to hold in the emotions you've been bottling up all these years. 

He wasn't here. 

Felix, Ingrid, and Sylvain watched you closely. Sylvain who was closest to you dropped to his knees and held you while you cried, gently rubbing circles into your back. Dimitri was the first to speak up. 

"Get that sniveling wench off the floor. We have a war to prepare for," his words were harsh but true. You were in the middle of a war. That doesn't stop your tears. With your red headed partners help, you got back on your feet. Tears still ran freely down your face but you help a more stoic expression. 

"He's right. We must prepare," you said and marched towards the cathedral. You moved with such conviction, you must know what you need. 

Your partners stared after you. They didn't know if what you wanted was space or a comforting word or a tight hug. Figuring Felix might be the best equipped to handle something like this, absolutely ironic, the raven haired swordsman followed after you. 

Back in your academy days, you could be found praying quite often. It wasn't a surprise to find you here at all. What was a surprise was how destroyed it looked. 

The elegant stained glass windows were destroyed and splayed all across the floor. There was rubble from the ceiling having collapsed and the pillars keeping the place stable had fallen. The statue of Saint Seiros that used to stand tall and proud in the back of the cathedral was turned to dust, entirely crushed. 

Felix found you with your head bent, praying. 

"Hey," he gently placed his hand on your back. He didn't know exactly what to say or do in situations like this. It took a lot of practiced self restraint to hold back any snarky comments he may have wanted to make. You turned your head at the contact. 

"I must apologize on the Boars behalf for the comment he made earlier. He's nothing but a war ravaged animal with no care for others," he made that last comment through gritted teeth and his whole body tensed. He relaxed sort of when your sad eyes met his. 

"Felix," your broken voice echoed throughout the ruined chapel. "He's... He's not dead, is he?" 

Felix couldn't respond. He knew what you wanted to hear but saying that would be entirely unreasonable. There's only one person who knows and currently that person looked about ready to murder someone at any given second once his buttons were pushed the wrong way. And it seemed pretty easy to push his buttons. Instead of responding, he gave you a look. He hoped that look conveyed everything he was thinking. 

He didn't fight the tight embrace you gave him that he would typically only allow in private. 

Your other classmates, no, soldiers, came into the cathedral after a few minutes. Felix didn't let you keep hugging him but allowed you to keep one arm linked around his. Ingrid came to your other side, giving you a hug from her position. Sylvain stood beside Ingrid and took your hand with his. He brought it up to his lips to give your hand a kiss before lowering it.