As someone who is playing the Black Eagles route in the Nintendo Switch game Fire Emblem; Three Houses, I found out you can have no less than three same-gender couples in this path. Here is a small fan fiction story I wrote about each couple, one of which is the first time I've successfully written about two men.
Edelgard sat at the kitchen table of the Adrestian Castle as she got out a plate of chocolate-glazed donuts. It felt good to get a day off, she and her fiancée had been working hard to make sure they could establish leadership in the Leicester Alliance before moving to the more difficult task of the impending battles with Faerghus. Finding someone the people would trust to fill Claude’s shoes had been easier than they thought, Lysithea had volunteered herself to be the new leader of the Leicester Alliance, a position to which she was welcomed with open arms. Leonie, who had been the apprentice to Byleth’s father, was second-in-command. Speaking of…
“You going to eat all those yourself, pretty lady?” Byleth asked her Empress. Edelgard giggled.
“Now, when we finally do sit down and do nothing but gorge on sweets, I’ll wake you up. This was just going to be breakfast.” Smiled Edelgard.
“Oh sure, I’m just…amused that there are seven donuts here, all lovingly coated with chocolate, and only one of you.” Replied Byleth, teasingly. Edelgard again giggled as she chewed her first bite of one.
“Mmf hmf hmf hmf hmf!” she giggled through a full mouth. “If you’re asking for one, help yourself, Hubert’s off on business, and with you around, I don’t need any other bodyguard. In fact…I don’t want any other bodyguard.” Byleth looked at Edelgard and slid her legs into her lap, hugging her Empress’ shoulders. She kissed Edelgard’s cheek.
“You make me feel so strong when you say that to me, like I have purpose, to drag you from the nightmares I found you in that night and place you on a horse so you can ride to your heart’s content.” Smiled Byleth.
“Oh, Professo—I mean, Byleth.” Said Edelgard. For once she understood why Byleth was so single minded in her devotion. Even back when things felt most rocky, when she revealed she was the Flame Emperor, Byleth had ordered no strikes, but went alone to Edelgard. Byleth almost seemed regretful to use the Sword of the Creator at that instance, even though Edelgard had told her it would be okay. No wonder she had quickly turned to use that blade to defend Edelgard, at which point Rhea was revealed to be a psychotic dragon driven to destroy the independent thought Byleth was capable of. Edelgard’s chocolate-smudged lips kissed Byleth’s cheek, leaving a chocolate lip print.
Elsewhere in Adrestia, a rough, tanned woman with red hair and a Killing Edge sword sliced down a training target, much to the amusement of her operatic friend. “Petra, your sword techniques get better and better every time I turn around!” smiled Dorothea.
“I have gratitude for your compliment.” Smiled Petra, still soft-spoken outside of her native Brigid language. “Can you be giving me your opinion? Will Leonie and Lysithea be joining our fight against Dimitri’s forces?” asked Petra. Dorothea frowned.
“I believe they will, their loyalties are to Empress Edelgard and Empress wife-to-be Byleth, but I’m not looking forward to facing Faerghus, honey.” Admitted Dorothea. “You mean far more to me than she did, but I did have feelings for Ingrid and I know if I see her on the battlefield, I must bury those feelings and throw lightning at her, because she’d try to stab me with her spear with no hesitation.”
“I did not have many people outside our class I felt about as I do you, but Lysithea and Leonie mentioned it was hard to arrest Hilda, even with the knowing she’d be made free as soon as the transition of power was complete.” Stated Petra.
“Hilda’s too superficial to think of a revolt, but if Ingrid thought of it, she could kill some people.” Muttered Dorothea. Petra then grabbed Dorothea’s shoulders.
“Do not think with pessimism. Arrest her and make her to be convinced her opinions of Edelgard are faulty. Edelgard did not start the fire, it was burning before we arrived.” Stated Petra, referring to the fire at Garreg Mach when the Black Eagle Strike Force arrived. Indeed, the sky was red with ash and soot long before the force even got past Gilbert or Seteth.
“Rhea did it to make us look bad.” Reasoned Dorothea.
“And Dimitri needs someone to blame and believes her blameless.” Added Petra.
“Then, so she may be reformed, so she may know freedom in Adrestia, not just lifetime imprisonment or an execution to keep the peace, I should arrest Ingrid.” Nodded Dorothea.
“I have gratitude for your understanding.” Smiled Petra, who hugged her girlfriend. Dorothea kissed Petra’s cheek.
Hubert, off on the business he had told Edelgard he had to take care of that morning, felt slightly conflicted as he neared the domicile. For years, he kept repeating how serious one should take “Lady Edelgard,” that Lady Edelgard was the most important being in his life, that nothing was more important than Lady Edelgard’s wishes! It frequently got to the point where even Edelgard would tell him, “tone it down, big guy.” Sometimes, though, he wondered if such devotion was solely because his parents could stand disorder and chaos. His father, whom Hubert had to arrest for opposing Edelgard’s rule, said once, “Marriage should only be between one man and one woman, I like a he to be a he and a she to be a she!” when watching some equal rights picketers near the capital. Thus, Hubert found himself in front of the house of the current Prime Minister. He knocked, seeing a redheaded man with long curls of hair atop his head.
“Hubert, this IS a surprise, come in, I was just sitting down to breakfast.” Smiled Ferdinand. Hubert smiled appreciatively and began eating some bacon and eggs while his boyfriend ate some hash browns. “Did you have something special planned for us today?” asked Ferdinand.
“Nothing too big, honestly, I’ve been working to fulfill the Empress’ goal to end the Immaculate One, days off don’t come easy to me.” Admitted Hubert.
“I am sorry to hear that, you need some time to relax.” Stated Ferdinand. “How about you take your shirt off, lie on the sofa and let me massage your back?”
“Do you think your hands can manage a massage?” asked Hubert.
“I wield a spear, which requires some finger strength, I think I’d be better at this than most things I haven’t tried before.” Smiled Ferdinand. Hubert chuckled at Ferdinand’s joke, though they both agreed Caspar was the funniest of the three main male combatants in the Strike Force. Hubert lay on Ferdinand’s couch, his shirt off, Ferdinand gently coating his fingers in olive oil. He began rubbing Hubert’s shoulders, rubbing his spinal column and moving his hands around Hubert’s shoulder blades. Hubert sighed in contentment and relaxed, this was a good way to remove some long-standing tension.
The End
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