Forgive my absence! I kinda lost a lot of inspiration and didn't really feel like making anything since I've done all the Playthroughs avalible for FE three houses. But this idea came to me in the middle of the night sooo I decided to just hop in and make this.

Anyway, A Constance chapter for you guys. Because frankly speaking there aren't enough Constance fanfics out there.

Nothin special. Classic "depressed girl becomes happy after seeing Byleth is alive after five years". I've done a lot of them but their pretty easy to do. Hopefully I can rack together some creative juices to make something more interesting.

Fair warning though, this is rather darker then my other "depressed girl becomes happy after seeing Byleth is alive after five years" prompts. And by a large margin, mentions of suicide and some other rather sensitive topics...You've been warned. That is, if you've read this of course.

Enjoy.

It had been like this since the fall of the Monastery. It was horrible, the chaos Edelgard wrought.

Sure, he never care much for the church or what the Monastery stood for, but the students didn't deserve to have their lives here destroyed because a self-righteous Empress decided that the goddess everyone else worshiped wasn't good enough.

Although everyone in his class, that the new professor insisted he and everyone else join, had done their best to hold off the assault along with the army of the church. But the assault just wouldn't end.

As they covered the escape of the less combat-capable students, he and his entire class saw the fate that fell their beloved Professor.

Despite how scattered the class was, they all seemed to look towards their Professor in unison as the ground beneath him gave way. And he plummeted to his death. Into the darkness below.

Their Professor, their commander, their friend. Was now dead. Just like that. They all expected him to fly out of the dark ravine, bathed in a golden light, perhaps sprouting wings, or lifted by some other holy power he would discover. Just like he did when his hair turned a bright green.

Yet nothing happened. Once it registered that their Professor was, in fact, not coming back. And had just perished before their very eyes, their spirit was broken.

The purple-haired recluse and the quiet blue-headed one fell to their knees crying, a look of horror twisted on their faces. He would never forget that sight. The sight of the students will broken.

They quickly retreated with the other students, those who still had a bit of their integrity intact rallied up those already seemed to embrace defeat. It took Balthus all of his strength to keep Constance from running out in the field.

Constance...

Saying her name left a bitter taste in his mouth, he swallowed the lump in his throat. She took it the worst. Granted, he hadn't seen the state of the other two girls. Maybe they were worse then her. They did seem rather fragile...

But the state Constance was in, to see her go from a haughty, naive noble...To what she was now...Was horrifying...

It started off a little worrisome. Her personality that came out whenever she went into the sunlight now over took her completely, despite her being in the dark. It was an annoyance to be around, but despite the constant self-depreciation it worried everyone.

He figured that's all it would be...But it became so much worse.

He shuddered as he remembered hearing Hapi's scream echo through The Abyss halls.

Figuring some enemy soldiers or a Demonic Beast had made its way into The Abyss he grabbed his sword, but what he found was a sight that shook him to his core, even just by thinking about it.

Constance's body was hanging from the ceiling by a thick piece of rope. Her eyes were dull and darkened and drool dribbled from the corners of her slightly parted mouth.

Without thinking he swiftly cut her down. And Hapi tried her best to heal her. Thankful that he had gotten there in time, for she hadn't been hanging long. But even with Hapi's healing, Constance was too far gone at this point. Magic can't repair someones mental state.

Thus, began their new lifestyle. With him trying to maintain order in The Abyss, he left Balthus and Hapi to taking care of their now vegetative friend. Bathing her, feeding her. Hapi would read to her, and try to get her to talk. But other then a few incoherent mutters and low noises, she didn't say much.

There would be times where he would find Balthus and Hapi arguing.

"If she wanted to die, why don't we let her!? This is no way to live!"

"She's my friend! I won't let her die! I can still save her!"

He would find them both later in their seperate rooms. Balthus sitting on his bead quietly, and Hapi crying into her pillow. This continued on for far too long.

He wasn't exempt from the emotional breakdowns either. At random moments he would break into tears and hold his head in his hands. Cursing their Professor for coming into their life. He was doing perfectly fine until that stupid, stone-faced man decided to walk down into The Abyss.

Without his guidance, he didn't know if he could do this anymore.

Arguing wasn't all his friends did. Balthus would often time disappear with much of his things. Only to return after a few weeks, his head held low as he returned to them. Hapi would spend some of her days locked in her room. Refusing to come out, afraid to look at Constance. Afraid to look at the the husk of what was once her best friend.

It reminded him of another recluse he once knew...

After a few years, Balthus gave up on taking care of Constance entirely. Leaving it all to Hapi. Who didn't seem to mind, but sometimes she would come to Yuri and ask him to take over for her. He didn't mind.

But he must admit, he wasn't sure how Hapi could do this. Trying to feed her was a depressing experience. Having to hand-feed her small spoonful's of portridge, or any other soft food. It would always end up in a slight mess. Having to manually move her mouth to get her to chew, then finally force her to swallow.

He always tried to avoid looking at her eyes, her once bright and happy eyes were now dull and darkened, staring off into space, now matter happened to her, her expression didn't change. Sometimes he would cry in his own room after taking care of her. But he couldn't let the others see, he had to remain strong. If not him, who else?

After five years it was clear Constance wasn't getting any better. Balthus had given up entirely. He and Hapi's arguments grew more frequent, and would sometimes end with them hurting each other. To see those two fighting was a sight he despised. They had been friends for years, yet now their very friendship was tearing at the seams.

Hapi tried to remain head-strong. But even he could see she was beginning waiver. Questioning if keeping their friend like this was truly the right thing to do. She would neglect feeding Constance sometimes, and once he had walked into Constance's room to find Hapi holding a dagger to their blonde-haired friend's throat. Who quickly dropped it and broke into a sob upon seeing Yuri. Hugging him tightly. Constance would just sit there, of course. Her horrifying gaze looking towards the ground. Nothing ever changing.

He even wanted to kill her himself. Once pressing the tip of his sword against her throat. Her gaze unchanging of course. He would yell at her to react, to say or do something. To blink even. But she didn't do anything. But no matter what, he couldn't bring himself to kill her. Throwing his sword to the ground and yelling in frustration. Punching the wall until he broke his hand. Balthus dragging him out until he could do anymore damage to himself.

This life they all had together. The Abyss. It was all falling apart. And he didn't know who to blame, Constance's selfish act, Edelgard's skewed vision, the death of their Professor. Or maybe even the Church for doing whatever it is they did to start all this.

They wouldn't last another year. He was sure Constance wouldn't either. But if Constance were to die, then what would happen to Hapi? To Balthus? To him? Images of Hapi suffering from the same fate as Constance, hanging by a rope in her room, her eyes dull. Balthus leaving and never returning, flashed through his mind and he vomited violently. Curling up into a ball and sobbing like a child.

How pathetic...

There was a light knock on his door.

"Come in"

After a second of hesitation the door to his room opened.

"What is it?"

He didn't get an answer, but he didn't bother turning around. Going through the reports from this month, their food was running low. And more people had left again.

"I-I was...Wondering if you could take over for me today? Ya know...Taking care of Constance?"

He swallowed the lump in his throat upon hearing her name. Turning to his red-headed friend.

"I-I'm a lil busy..."

They both started at each other. It was clear to both of them that neither one wanted to take care of their friend. Or much less wanted to look at her.

"I uh...Yeah sorry, I should've figured..." Hapi turned to leave, shutting the door on her way out. Hearing her foot steps echo down the stone hall. He sighed. Setting the reports down and running his hands down his face.

Deciding to read the reports when he was in a better mood. He walked out of his room. Walking past Constance's room, where he heard Hapi talking to her. He couldn't make out what she was saying. But Hapi seemed to be talking in a somewhat cheery tone. So that had to count for something.

He ran into Balthus in the hall as well. They nodded to each other, walking past one another. Things had been a little tense between them. Last time he and Hapi got into an argument he nearly killed her, until Yuri intervened. Nearly killing Balthus himself in a fit of anger.

He walked into the main plaza, which had become increasingly barren over time as more and more people left The Abyss. He didn't blame them of course.

But for some reason, the plaza seemed a little more populated today. And everyone seemed to be in a rather happier mood then usual. He was going to ask one of the residents what was up until a flash of purple hair caught his attention.

He whipped around, his eyes searching frantically for it again. He began to wonder if he was actually beginning to go insane...

But no, there it was again. And this time he was able to make out who it was.

Holding her bow close to her body with two hands, her knees bending inward as she glanced around franctically, was that purple recluse. He quickly stormed up to her, catching her by surprise as he grabbed her shoulder.

"You! You're alive!" He shouted at her.

The girl shook in his grip, and he expression turned to one of fear. "U-uh...Yeah?"

"What are you doing here?! Shouldn't you be with you're family?" He shouted at her again, causing her to reel back.

"I-I don't know, The Professor said he needed to-"

"The Professor!?" His grip tightened on her shoulders again and she squeaked, nodding quickly. His face contorted into one of anger.

"Don't fuck with me! The Professor's been dead for five years!"

The terrified girl shook her head side to side quickly.

"T-Thats what we thought! B-But he's ali-"

"We!?"

If this girl was a turtle she would have moved to another shell by now. But she seems to have grown up over the years. She nodded again, pointing behind him. Yuri looked around, sure enough. People from his class five years ago were here. That orange-haired girl with the donuts in her hair, now had long flowing hair. Chatting happily with her soft-voiced friend. Mercedes was it?

The quiet, blue haired one was standing around awkwardly. Seeing the smiles of his former classmates made him furious, and sick to his stomach. While they were suffering down here in the dark they were all happily enjoying themselves. With their families, and now their Professor. These stupid, impudent nobles. If he hadn't had any reason to hate them before he most certainly does no-

"Yuri"

His thoughts were cut short, and his heart sank. That deep, yet firm commanding voice. It...Couldn't be, could it?

He turned around, his eyes widening. Standing before him, was the Professor. Having not aged a bit in the past five years. His stern, stone look staring him down.

"P-Professor..." He wanted to vomit, he wanted to curse him, he wanted to cry, he wanted to kill him, he wanted to hug him, he wanted to fall to his knees and curl up into a ball. So many emotions and thoughts ran through his mind all at once. He didn't know what to do. He released the purple-haired recluse and fell to his knees, choking on his own breath, tears streaming down his face, were they of happiness? Sadness? Anger?

The Professor crouched next to him and rubbed his back. No, don't do that. If you do that then he'll surely lose his composure. He'll surely make a fool of himself in front of his former classmates, in front of his people. If he hadn't already.

"It's okay Yuri...I'm here..." He spoke with such a soft tone, maybe he was a ghost, an angel, came to give him a visit. To tell him not to give up, maybe this whole thing was an illusion and he really had gone insane.

Once Yuri had calmed down, he stood up, sniffing and wiping his face. His eyes puffy from sobbing.

"I don't know whether to hate you or be glad that you're alive..."

Byleth simply returned that remark with his rare, signature smile. But that smile quickly faded, and his stern look returned.

"Constance...Where is she?"

Constance...He choked up. Of course he would ask for her, they were close during their days back at the monastery. He would often hear Constance talking to her self and giggling about the Professor. And when peaked into her diary he found all sorts mushy stuff.

But he doesn't know what happened to her...

"She's in her room, but..." He didn't finish before the Professor nodded and turned around and began walking towards that direction.

"P-Professor wait! You don't understand!" His words fell on deaf ears, pushing past Balthus who had been sitting there watching the whole thing with a shocked expression.

He approached Constance's door and swung it open, startling Hapi.

"Ch-Chatterbox!? I-I mean, Professor?! W-Wha..." She quickly grew silent as Byleth laid his eyes on what remained of Constance. A look of sorrow, similar to what appeared on his face during the death of his father Jeralt, appeared on his face.

Hapi moved out of the way as the Professor approached Constance's body. Crouching down so that he was eye level to her. Staring into her cold, lifeless eyes.

The three Ashen wolves watched from the door way, Byleth eventually taking Constance's hand in his own. Finally he spoke.

"Constance...I'm here...I'm back...I've returned, just for you..."

She didn't respond. Of course she didn't.

"She's been like this since you died...She tried...Ya know, killing herself...And then this happened..." Hapi, rubbed her arm. Shuddering at remembering the sight of her friend hanging lifelessly in the class room.

Byleth glanced back at Hapi before looking back to Constance, placing a hand underneath her chin and raising her head, kissing her on the lips before pulling away. He squeezed her hand, remaining like that for what seemed like hours. The three bystanders unknowingly holding their breath.

Until...

It was subtle at first, and they thought it was a trick of the light. But her eye twitched, and soon her dull gaze shifted to meet The Professor's. She managed to croak out a single word.

"Pro...fess..or?"

Byleth's frown turned into a slight smile as tiny sparks of life began to appear in Constance's eyes. She managed to turn her head to face him. Her neck creaking from not moving for so long. Infact her whole body will be sore for days.

"You...a-are...al...ive?"

Byleth nodded. His smile growing a little wider. Constance slipped her hands from Byleth's grip and weakly raised them, placing them on Byleth's cheeks. Her movement was rigid, like a statue trying to move for the first time. Her lips curled into a slight smile, and she let out a small, croaked giggle.

"You...re...ally are...alive..."

Byleth nodded once again.

"I thought...I lost you...for...ever..." her eyes began to water, and she leaned forward, pushing herself against Byleth and shakily wrapping her arms around him.

"I'm so happy...You're alive..."

"So...Very happy..."

"I'd never leave you Constance..."

Constance's recovery wasn't easy. Being fed mostly soft food for the past five years had taken its toll on her body. She was extremely weak, and attempting to cast any type of spell would quickly drain her energy.

Byleth was with her every step of the way, well as much as he could.

Edelgard had quickly caught on that the Professor was back, and sent a small army to try and defeat him once and for all. But with newfound vigor in his students, and a desire to never let their Professor go again it was sure to be a swift victory.

Constance wasn't happy about the Professor leaving for battle after just regaining him again. But he vowed to return, and he did. Much to her happiness.

Over the months she quickly recovered. Much to everyone's delight. Within no time her haughty attitude as a noble returned, although going out in sunlight was still an issue to her. Spell casting was no issue, and by the final battle she was fighting side by side with her beloved Professor.

With the war finally over, and Fodlan at last united. It was no ones surprise that Byleth took Constance as his wife. They live a happy, loving life together.

But letting go of something so tragic was never easy...

Constance's scream filled the room as she jolted up right in a cold sweat, clutching her head and shaking she was sick to her stomach, rocking back and forth breathing heavily and quickly. Until a pair of arms wrapped around her, she gasped in surprise, but upon the soft feeling of the hands she leaned into the embrace. Looking up at Byleth.

"Are you okay?" He asked. Constance nodded, smiling weakly and raising a hand to rest on his cheek.

"Yes...Just...A night terror..."

Byleth frowned. "I'm sorry I can't take those away..." Constance shook her head.

"No amount of magic or research can rid my mind of these frightful thoughts...But..." She blushed and glanced away from her beloved's face. "Perhaps...A kiss...will help..."

Byleth smiled, turning her head back to him and kissing her deeply, surprising Constance at first, but she quickly melted in his arms. Kissing him back with just as much passion.

They broke away, a string of saliva connecting their lips for a brief second. Constance giggling. But her smile soon turned serious.

"When I watched you fall off the cliff, Professor..."

"Byleth..."

"Right...Byleth...When I watched you fall off the cliff, I was horrified...You were the only man to cause my heart to stir, to make me think of something else other then my house...My thoughts soon began to fill with you, and it drove me insane. I believe they have a term for it...Love sick?"

Byleth stared at her. "I'm sorry, I failed you all that day...Its my fault that you ended up the way you did..."

Constance frowned. "Don't blame yourself...What I did..." She shuddered, it was still a sensitive topic. And a moment she did not wish to remember. The thoughts that occupied her mind at the time...We're distasteful to say the least...

"I'm sorry, that you married such a damaged woman...Theres no way I can restore my house like this..."

Byleth shook his head. "I believe, you can do whatever you set your mind too"

Constance smiled and wrapped her arms around his back. "Thank you, Byleth...For everything..."

Her husband smiled. Planting a kiss on top of her head.

Soon Constance fell asleep in his arms, and he along with her...

This turned out a lot longer then expected...Whoops.

Also I guess this more of an Ashen Wolves chapter then a Constance one...Also whoops...

Honestly it wasn't my plan for this get as dark as it did. It just kinda...Happened. Sorry...

Regardless next time I'll have a more lovey dovey fanfic...Hopefully...Probably...

If ya got anything ya wanna see regarding Constance do let me know...I'll see if I can't also do some request already posted.

Until next time.