The village was in ruins. Nobody was spared in the fire as three demonic beasts rampaged through the rubble. The Golden Deer house fought valiantly to save every life, but oftentimes such a thing simply could not happen. The beasts were too strong, knocking out four of the team's own fighters before they finally defeated them.

Many people, like Marianne, were visibly distraught at such a tremendous loss. She was being comforted by Lysithea, who held no emotion, save for a rather troubled look in her eyes. Ignatz seemed crestfallen as well, as did some others. You, on the other hand, were rather angry. You were furious at the destruction around you. The fires, the destroyed homes, the lost lives.

It was under Claude's leadership that these people weren't saved. The professor was dealing with other matters, so she couldn't be there to lead. Mistakes were made and they cost people their lives. You'd never truly cared for the boy, finding his "schemes" and his cocky and nosy personality rather annoying, but this was the icing on the cake for you.

Bristling in anger, you marched over to said boy, pointing a harsh finger into his chest. "This is YOUR fault."

"My fault?" Claude nearly laughed. "Yeah, sure, some things happened, but that's what happens in battle, Y/N. This was a collective failure."

"Those things cost people their lives, Claude. I can't believe you're so inconsiderate."

Claude's eyes lit up a little in frustration. "I'm inconsiderate? As if I didn't try my hardest to save everyone? I'm new at leading. I'm only 17, if you don't fucking remember. It's not like I knew this was going to happen-"

A loud wail interrupted him. You furrowed your brows, looking at Claude before turning and looking around.

"What's that?"

Claude shrugged, "A survivor, I hope."

You ignored him and ran in the direction of the noise, stopping at a charred house. The fire had stopped, but the crying hadn't. As you walked inside the burnt skeleton of the house, you hoped that the fire didn't seriously hurt someone. They'd have trouble making it back to the monastery to be healed.

Another cry sounded as you moved into another room of the house. There, underneath a small, wooden-framed bed, laid a child. He was no older than 6, tears making trails down his ash-covered face. You kneeled down, trying to make yourself less intimidating to coax him out.

"Hey buddy," You reached a hand out, internally grimacing as the little boy flinched away, "We're not here to hurt you. We need to get you somewhere safe."

The little boy looked around. "Wh-where is everybody?"

Your heart broke and you looked back at Claude, who had followed you, your eyes pleading for help. He sighed and knelt down beside you. "They all had to leave. It was really, really dangerous so they had to keep you safe. We're here now to keep you even safer."

That seemed to have calmed the little boy down at least a little. He slowly and shakily walked towards you. You held out both arms, silently asking to pick him up. He obliged and nearly crawled into you and you wrapped yourself tightly around him, whispering reassurances as he sat on your hip. You looked at Claude next, your face asking, "What the hell do we do?"

Claude only shrugged and walked back to the rest of the team, leaving you to trail slowly behind. You'd take him back to the monastery and go from there. The orphanage was rather full- there was no way they'd be able to care for another one.

— — —

"We can't help him in the way that you're asking, Y/N. I apologize."

Your heart dropped. Rhea had asked you to talk to the lady at the orphanage anyways, hoping that she would be able to accept him. Unfortunately, she couldn't.

"Then what's the purpose of an orphanage?" You didn't want to yell seeing as the boy- August, you'd learned- was sleeping on your hip. "Aren't you supposed to take in kids? Help them? Raise them? He's lost everything. And now he can't even get a home?"

The lady only sighed. "I'm really sorry. He wouldn't be getting the attention that you're asking me to provide. I've got other children to tend to." She went to walk away, but then stopped. "Just keep him to yourself if you're that worried about him." She huffed, slamming the door closed behind her.

Keeping him? You mulled it over. I wouldn't be opposed, but I've got class. And fighting. And I'm seventeen. Ah, fuck it. My parents would love him.

You walked away, careful not to wake August, and made your way to the audience chambers where Rhea was. You'd only hoped she'd let you take responsibility. But you'd never given her a reason not to trust you, right?

"Absolutely not."

Wrong.

"What? Seteth, why not? I'm responsible.I can do it- August's well behaved. And- and I've got my friends too. They can help a little. He's not a helpless baby and he can do things on his own, he just trusts me a little more to help him." You pleaded. At this point, you knew that nobody would take care of him. You couldn't just leave him.

"You're just a child yourself, Y/N. You know nothing about raising a child." He argued back.

"Neither do new parents! What are you gonna do next, tell new parents that they can't keep their first child? Please, I'm responsible. Lady Rhea, tell him I'm responsible." You turned to the Archbishop, who was simply standing there.

"I believe this will be a good experience. Y/N has never given me any reason to distrust her."

"Lady Rhea, this is completely absurd-"

"However, she has to find someone to assist her if the workload becomes too much to handle. I, on the other hand, will take a look into the orphanage to see what we can do. The only absurdity here is how they have turned away children."

"Thank you, Lady Rhea. I won't disappoint you." With that, you left the chambers and walked through the yards, ignoring the strange looks that people gave you as you headed back to the Golden Deer Classroom. August stayed on your hip with his head resting against your shoulders, his small fingers twirling your hair around.

You stopped outside of the classroom and called the little boy's name, waiting until he looked at you to continue. "We're gonna go learn now, but you've gotta stay quiet. If you need to talk, whisper to me, okay?"

August nodded. "Yes ma'am."

Hm, he has manners. That's perfect.

You quietly opened the door, hoping that nobody would notice. Your hopes were in vain. Everyone turned around at the sound of the giant doors, their eyes moving from you to the little blonde boy on your hip. Reactions varied- Hilda practically cooed at him while Lorenz could only watch you take the only open seat with disgust. You were disgusted too, but it was because the only open seat was next to Claude. As Byleth resumed teaching, Claude slid a note over to you.

'Was single parenting on your bucket list?'

You rolled your eyes, looking over at August to make sure he wasn't watching you write before replying.

'Fuck you. Rhea said that I need to have someone help me if I have trouble, and just for that comment I'll ask for it to be you.'

Claude read the note and chuckled quietly, crumpling it up and putting it in his pocket. You assumed that the conversation was over, so you allowed August to crawl into your lap and lay against you to have a small nap. The poor kid had a long day, after all. This didn't stop Claude from leaning over to you and whispering.

"So, does that mean you'll call me daddy?"

You choked on your own spit suddenly, waking up August and making your other classmates look at you. Byleth turned around and gave you a look, but you could only wave them off as you kept coughing. You glared at Claude, who had a grin on his face. God, he loved watching you suffer, didn't he?

He kept smirking at you, but lost it when you grew your own. If he was going to tease you about helping a kid, you were going to make sure he'd pay the price. As his eyebrows furrowed a little with worry, you asked, "Can you walk with me to see Lady Rhea after class?"

— — —

"Lady Rhea, I told you she wasn't responsible enough. Look, she comes back two hours later and already requests for assistance."

First of all, Fuck you Seteth. Second of all, this was just revenge.

"Okay, listen, I don't know why I'm here either-"

"I'd like to request assistance just in case. Say I have to take a shower or do something and August can't be with me? I'd like to be able to have someone else help care for him when I might not be able to for a bit." You interrupted Claude.

"What makes you think that Claude is a good candidate to help you? Why are you choosing him?" Seteth retorted.

Spite, you wanted to say. "He's the leader of the Golden Deer. Heir to the Alliance. He's been able to take care of us through battles and such, how much harder could it be to help take care of one child? Even then, I'll only need his help for a few minutes at a time." You said. Damn, you were good at acting like you actually tolerated him.

"Lady Rhea, Seteth, please, I don't want-"

"Plus, would you really trust anyone else in the Golden Deer to help me?" You cut him off again.

Claude could only glare at you as Rhea weighed her decision. You smirked before turning to check on August, who had begun to occupy himself by spinning in circles around a column. You whispered August's name to get his attention, holding out your hand as he came towards you. He placed his smaller hand in yours and stood patiently in between you and Claude

Rhea's face soon bloomed into a soft smile. "Whenever you need assistance, Claude will be there."

You thanked her and bowed, following behind the Alliance heir as he nearly stormed out of the chambers. When you got outside, he whipped around to face you.

"What the hell was that?" He growled, "Revenge? For what, one simple comment? A little joke? And now I'm stuck waiting on you if you 'ever need my assistance', whatever that bullshit means."

You furrowed your eyebrows, pulling August close to you. "First of all, watch your language. He's only six. Secondly, I think your comment was insensitive. You were making fun of single parents and my bucket list- which you know is a big deal for me."

"Alright, whatever. I'm sorry for saying something about single parenting, I shouldn't have, but I think I have the right to have an opinion about your dumb little list."

"Claude, you don't even know why it's important to me, you just want a reason to make me upset-"

"Well? You deserve to be upset. I'm upset too, because now I have to help a brat take care of a little brat. I didn't ask for this shit." Claude rolled his eyes and walked away.

You stood still for a bit, watching him leave with angry tears in your eyes. You snapped out of it when a tiny hand pulled at your shirt. You looked at August.

"Can we go 'M sleepy." He yawned.

"Of course. We can go to my room and you can sleep for the rest of the night."

You made a mental note to grab dinner for the both of you once he was asleep and scooped him up, letting him doze off again against your shoulder as you walked back to your dorm room. The poor boy had a very rough day- and so did you. A nap sounded very nice.