Yang: This is my personal story that I have written. Honestly the only ship in Fire Emblem that I love as much as this one is Byleth and Claude. I actually also have an entire essay using evidence from FE 6, 7, and FEH that supports Lyn and Hector, so I am very serious about this. Really want a remake of this game, lol.

Time in Game: Chapter 15 - Noble Woman of Caelin

Hector

"She's… striking," Eliwood's words resurface in my mind as I made my way around a fort south of castle Caelin. Even though I had teased him, I knew Eliwood only spoke fondly of her as a friend. I'd listened to enough of his descriptions of Ninian to understand the difference between endearment and affection.

I once again tried to picture this woman, Lyndis, and in that moment a javelin came sailing in my direction. I leaped out of the way and rushed to the weapon's source, easily disposing of the cavalier with a blow powered by the momentum of my sprint. The thunder of hooves signaled the approach of more enemies. Eliwood burst through the underbrush on my left, having just defeated a mage.

"We've got more coming," I warned him.

"Then let me help. Rapiers are much more effective against calvary," he replied. We gripped our weapons tightly as the first sign of movement was seen through the trees. Hooves hammered the ground as the riders were nearly upon us, when suddenly, what seemed like a rather large branch at first descended from a tree, and a spurt of blood streaked the greenery as a cavalier toppled from his horse. The war stallion reared and let out a frenzied whinny, wildly tossing its mane. One by one, a blur of green no more discernible than a smear proceeded to fell three more cavaliers until-

I quickly ripped my axe in from of my face as a blow from a sword aimed at my head was deflected. My attacker lept back lithely, one hand on her scabbard, the other hovering just above her now sheathed sword. I was staring into the sharpest pair of emerald eyes I had ever seen.

Her pink lips were drawn in a tight line, the only thing crinkling the smooth skin of her face was furrowed brows, which quickly relaxed as she asked, "Eliwood?"

"Lyndis!" He happily replied.

Lyn

My sword bounced harmlessly off of my targets broad weapon, meaning he most certainly was using an axe. I leaped back, choosing instead to size up my foe. I found myself facing a truly handsome man. This thought took me by surprise, and I was even more shocked to see that the man standing astride him was-

"Eliwood?" I asked.

"Lyndis! We've come to liberate the castle!" Eliwood explained as he approached me.

"Thank you! I saw some archers a little ways behind the horsemen though," I informed him.

"Then I will take care of that. Let's fill each other in after the battle is done!" He announced, before racing off in that direction. The other, blue haired man began to follow him but I casually stepped in his path.

"You must be Lord Hector," I began.

"Indeed I am," he replied, his words shifting his hard jawline.

"I have something I'd like to tell you."

"Well, as Eliwood said, it needs to wait until the battle is through," he replied.

"It's quick, I promise-"

"The archers are here!" He shouted, at first I thought it was to dismiss me, then a familiar whistle pierced the air. I ducked backward just in time as an arrow sailed past my nose.

I watched as Hector took off in the direction of the arrow, and followed quickly after him. We met the archers, and I took down two with ease. I whipped around to face the last one remaining in the woods when suddenly an axe came swinging out of nowhere. I scrambled back to avoid getting bludgeoned as Hector cleaved through the last of our foe.

My eyes followed his figure as he then charged right back into the fray to aid Eliwood.

I couldn't help but think, He should be glad he's so pleasing to the eye. I bet it saves the rest of him.

A rustle in the underbrush behind me snagged my attention, and I turned to see the last face missing from my old group of allies.

"Lani!" I exclaimed.

"Ah! It's Lyn! I really missed youuuu!" She cried before rushing towards me and throwing herself into my arms.

I squeezed the young girl against my chest, resting my chin on her hair.

"Why are you here? I suppose your journey led you all the way to Pharae, did it?" I asked pulling away.

"Yes! And my word, if that Hector isn't something. He's simply the best! The greatest! I could barely contain myself when I met him. Such a character!" She explained with her usual flair. She gave a little twirl, and I watched as her green robe and the chocolate colored twists in her hair flared out and flashed in the tree dappled sunlight.

I frowned, recalling my first impression of the blue haired Lord. "Is he really that great?"

"Oh, yes indeed. He may hide things from the rest of us, but he's a good man at his core. You have to get around a few other things to reach that part of him though."

My brows dipped lower, as puzzled as ever. Lani managed to be equally straightforward and cryptic.

"I think you'll understand if you spent more time with him. Why not join him on the front lines?" She suggested.

"Alright, but you stay close to me now," I prompted. Together, we followed the men out of the trees.

Hector

I draped my arm over Eliwood's neck and shoulders as the others set up camp outside Castle Caelin. The enemy had been soundly defeated, and the sky turned a fiery orange as the last of the day slipped below the horizon.

My best friend dipped his head lower to hear me as I whispered, "Striking?"

"What do you mean, 'striking?'" Eliwood repeated as he steered us into the shadow of the castle. I stood back from him to look him in the eye.

"That Lyndis is a goddess on Earth! And all you can say is striking?" I knew Eliwood was, in a sense, dense, but not like this. Lyn was clearly a work of art.

Narrow eyes, gracious breasts, a small waist with wide hips, and searing thighs to match. She had no need for the sword she brandished. She could topple the whole of Lycia with the far more fatal weapons she had at her disposal.

Eliwood smiled knowingly. "You'll understand the 'striking' part once you get to know her."

As if on cue, Lyn, hips swaggering, approached us in that moment.

Lyn

"Hector, I'd like to talk to you about your fighting style. I haven't seen anything quite like it. It's as if you've never…"

"Yeah, I taught myself how to fight," he responded proudly to my inquiry.

"But it's so wild. Swinging your axe like that could injure your allies!" I replied, remember his streaking Wolf Bieg's near encounter with my face.

"Well if my enemies are dead, then they can't hurt my allies, right?" He said, shrugging off my comment with a laugh that shifted his jaw.

"Well then. I should like to spar with you sometime," I declared.

"I'd recommend against that. I wouldn't want to leave a scar on someone like you," he replied.

"Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I'm weak," I shot back, warm irritation rising from my stomach, growing hotter by the minute. I caught a glimpse of Eliwood making an escape from the corner of my vision as the conversation escalated.

"No, no, that's not it. My armor is extremely heavy. Swords can barely scratch it. Oswin was telling me… what's with that glare?" He halted his explanation after taking in my rankled expression.

"And I see you've already judged my strength. Well then, fine. I'll make you take back those words!" I concluded, turning heel and marching off, my pounding feet punctuating my bad mood.

As I approached my tent, Lani made a point of letting out a rather loud chortle, and I wheeled threateningly in her direction.

"What?" I demanded.

The tacticians' broad smirk and dancing eyes betrayed her answer. "Oh nothing. Just that some things are going exactly according to plan."

I shook my head. He had already judged my strength, just like those of the Lorca…

A faint scream pierced my mind at the edge of my memories. Shaking my head, I shoved it away.