At the Garreg Mach Ball, Edelgard and Claude strike up a conversation, dance, and learn a thing or two about one another.

Cyril had always made it a personal rule to avoid the noble students of Garreg Mach, especially those hailing from the Leicester Alliance. Claude, however, made keeping that rule very difficult.

two machines of war, falling in love

It's beach day with the cool uncles.

Dearest Felix, I suppose by now you must be missing me fiercely. I know, I know, you’ve been spoiled by war. It happens to the best of us. The transition from a constant supply of Gautier to the almost complete physical absence is tough, and many warriors stronger than you have fallen from the trauma of going cold turkey. I promise I won’t judge, Felix. I’m here to help you through this diff

As Marianne marches with the rest of the Imperial Army into Derdriu, she daydreams of someone she once knew; someone she expects to see die today. Sturdy arms, blossom-pink hair, and the smile she once swore she’d never forget.

“Good night, jaan,” Cyril murmurs, and promptly closes his eyes. But Lysithea isn’t ready to fall asleep yet, contemplating if she should go through with what she's about to do. <i>Ugh, just say it! Apologies in advance, Prophet Muhammad! </i> For Day 3 of #FERamadan: Moon/Stars/Love (Laylat al Qadr).

“I can’t believe you like Hilda,” Dorothea said excitedly, clasping her hands together, “she’s so great and so are you! A power couple for the ages, truly.” Edelgard lifted her head up and shook her head. “I do not,” Edelgard started, attempting to have her voice have that strong, commanding tone, “have a...crush on Hilda." AKA Modern College AU Hildagard getting together.

Dorothea and Ingrid meet on the battlefield, each of them having words unsaid. It goes about as well as expected.

Ferdinand learns to find worth in himself in a post-Crimson Flower route world. Hubert helps him find his way.