Fire Emblem Oneshots

Dimitri x Reader || An Invitation

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-No One's POV-

"The plan to get those two bothersome children to kill each other is going to take far too long." Cornelia — otherwise known to those who slither in the dark as Cleobulus — growls angrily, her usually gentle, serene expression twisting into a scowl that looks out of place on her porcelain features. "I better eliminate the bumps in the road now, rather than later. Starting with that lone-survivor prince..."

"Yes, I wholeheartedly agree, Cleobulus. I've been looking for a good fight right about now." A shorter, similarly peach-haired female agrees, malice glinting in her sharp eyes.

A wicked smirk slid across her face, Cornelia nodded at her fellow Agarthan. "Where shall we start then, dear sister? I'm all for ideas, I'll have you know."

"How about that... that one Jeralt guy! He may not be loyal to either the Empire or the Kingdom, but as a famed Knight of Serios, he'd be best if out of the picture." Kronya cackles. "I can already hear his final words, see the stain of blood on my blade..."

"Splendid. We'll need to get you a cover, disguise, a plaything for your delight. That Monica child, the one we held captive a year or so ago? She's perfect for you."

Kronya doesn't even wait for her to finish before warping her figure into that of a slim, deathly-pale girl with a startling head of violent crimson tried into braided knots on both sides of her head. Her raven bodysuit was replaced by Garreg Mach's standard academy uniform, along with a big bow matching the same vibrant shade of her hair.

Monica now stands before the Faerghus noble, a cheery grin on her face and a dainty pep in her step. "Like this?" She asks, feigning a meek tone to match that of Monica's soft, overly girly voice, rather than Kroya's low, sinister one.

"Just like that." Cornelia curtly nods once more after glancing her over in a fleeting form of approval. "Now prepare to wreak havoc, dear sister. My patience is growing thin. We shall have that princeling's head by next month, so do not fail."

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-Your POV-

These days, it seemed like it was one betrayal after the other. It began with Solon, who had infiltrated the monastery under the cover of the humble, sage librarian called Tomas. That was a lie. Next time, it was the new student we had rescued from the Death Knight, sweet little Monica. She not only was lying to us all but also took a life with her.

Captain Jeralt.

I wasn't particularly familiar with the guy behind the dashing, gallant legends of loyalty and heroism, but my house's, the Blue Lion's, recently recruited professor Byleth didn't want to leave her room after his death.

The once mercenary now had no gut for fighting, and her soft whimpers echoed through the third floor of the monastery. Her father was the only family she had left, and now he was gone.

And that was only the beginning. To think we were still quite early in our academy days, but we were already worrying about things like impending battles and war instead of homework and friend drama.

When at last we thought we couldn't handle another betrayal thrust onto our young shoulders, the Church issued a break. A break from school, fighting, and the intensity of lies that now constantly wafted through the halls and suffocated us in the tantalizing and human idea of suspicion.

I had relished the thought of unwinding, even if the vacation was only for a measly week. What I didn't know was that what initially was a holiday that everyone strived to savor to the best of their abilities would go so sour.