This anthology is literally me just indulging myself and writing about Fe3 ships I like. I don't plan on taking requests, although that doesn't mean I can't be swayed. If I don't like a ship, though, I'm not gonna write it. This is just me having fun! Hopefully it'll be fun for all of you, too! Some ships will have multiple chapters, some will be oneshots, and some characters will take part in multiple ships. All ship stories are unrelated if the couple is different. And, uh...yeah. I actually have no idea what this is gonna turn into. I'm just writing. Hope you enjoy!
Black Eagles—MaleBylethxLinhardt—Great Tree Moon
The water rippled lightly. It pushed up against the dock, sunk, and repeated. So much had happened in the past few weeks, so much had changed, but the rhythm of water was the same wherever he went. In the midst of the lively monastery and new responsibilities, the small fishing pond was a welcomed retreat. Even with the dogs barking and the conversations in the distance, so long as he didn't turn around, he could very well have been in a small village in the countryside.
He knew no one, and no one knew him. The world simply existed alongside him.
"Fishing, Professor?"
Byleth sighed inwardly, and glanced back to see one of his new students. The boy had an incredibly fragile air to him, but as he'd discovered, his tongue was deceptively sharp. Linhardt had thus far been the most difficult of his students to teach, not even second to the recluse.
"It seems odd to me that you'd spend your time here," the boy commented, walking to meet him at the edge of the dock. He crossed his arms and stared out at the water. Byleth looked up from where he sat and simply waited for him to finish what he'd started to say. "You're a new professor, and a young one at that. I would think that you'd be spending your time bogged down figuring out how to teach."
"Even if I am, I still need to relax." The bobber dipped for a moment. A fish was testing it out.
"That's true." The boy sat beside him, crossing his legs as well. They fell into silence as they watched a small shadow peck at the bait. Linhardt may have been hard to handle in certain lectures, but Byleth had to admit, he didn't seem to be bad company. Many of the students, as amiable as they were, were unable to keep their curiosity to themselves. He didn't mind answering their questions, but it was nice to be able to sit in silence for once.
In the end, the fish ended up snatching away the bait. He replaced it and cast the line back in, all the while his student sitting quietly beside him. As time passed, another student, Dorothea, called out to them and spoke with them briefly, but other than that, the two simply sat in each other's company until the sun began to set.
When he finally decided to call it a day, he pulled his line from the water and turned to Linhardt, only to find the boy had fallen asleep with his chin in his hand.
So he even napped outside of class.
After a moment of debate, he lightly shook the boy's shoulder. He just mumbled a bit and continued to sleep, so he did it again.
This finally got him to crack open his eyes. "...Hm?"
"Let's go inside and eat something."
The boy looked up blearily and blinked a few times. Then, he finally let his hand fall into his lap. "Ah, it does look to be about dinner time, doesn't it?" He accepted Byleth's hand up before he lazily stretched. "Let's go, then, before Caspar eats everything good."