Three Houses Reader Inserts

Charming Nonsense (Linhardt x Reader) (Seteth, Flayn and Reader)

This takes place after "Trust me".

(The image is not mine.)

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It was a cool night, the perfect time to cozy up with a book.

That's exactly what Linhardt and you did.

You sat next to each other in the most hidden part of the library; tucked in between two bookcases on the floor.

After much encouragement from Flayn, you had finally become comfortable enough with pursuing a romantic relationship with Linhardt.

His idea of romance and flirting was so unorthodox that it always flustered you without fail.

Recently he had stated how curious it would be to discover what the result of someone with a minor Crest of Cethleann and someone with the major Crest of Celestine, which you continued to deny you had, having children would be.

That statement had you sputtering and unable to form coherent sentences. You did, apparently, manage to communicate something about "marriage" and "first" while still wearing an aghast look upon your face.

Linhardt just smiled, with that lazy smile of his that made your chest warm up, and said that of course marriage would come first, the results would not be satisfying enough if the relationship between these two "metaphorical" people wasn't built on love.

Unfortunately this conversation happened over dinner, a dinner in which you sat across from your, admittedly shocked, but way too excited sister.

Today, however, Linhardt's latest romantic idea was a lot less eccentric.

He insisted you take turns reading to each other, in tones hushed enough not to alert Thomas, the librarian. Though you were quite sure Thomas wouldn't really care.

You rested your head on Linhardt's shoulder and held one of his hands. The book was laid across half of your lap and half of his. Linhardt insisted on reading poetry. It wasn't necessary romantic, of course, anything like that would have surely been censored by your brother long before it could even get within three meters of the library.

Somewhere along the way, you had both fallen asleep, snuggled up.

It was calming, caring and sweeter that Flayn's best attempt at soup.

That is until you were awoken by a sight that had you wandering if nightmares could venture into the land of the waking.

"What is the meaning of this?!"

Oh no.

"Brother, I can explain..." You attempted to say. But could you really?

"It appears we need to have a talk." he met Linhardt with a chilly glare, "Go with your sister, Y/N."

"What? No! Brother, there is no need for such overreaction." you stated firmly.

"'Overreaction?'" he repeated incredulously.

"Y/N, it's fine. Don't worry about me." Linhardt said as inconspicuously as he could, as to not incur more of Seteth's wrath.

You shook your head stubbornly; your anger boiling over, "No, it is you and I who must have a talk, brother." With that statement you started to drag Seteth out of the room while he was still shocked about the rage that seemed to have overtaken your demeanor.

He did manage to gather his thoughts enough to throw one more deadly glare at Linhardt. "We will have a talk about this young man." he said sternly.