Fire Emblem X Reader One Shots

Degradation (Forrest)

I have been drowning over the Chocobros from Final Fantasy XV for a hot damned minute and that is the reason for my absence, so I'm like hella sorry in advance but oh my lord I can't say I'd blame me were I looking at my fawning self from an outsiders perspective

Also, in regards to the whole #BlackLivesMatter movement that has come up as of late & the situation regarding George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, David McAtee, and so many others, don't worry. I will be putting a post about that in my conversations tab on my page within the next 24 hours of the posting of this one-shot. I don't plan on staying silent about this, as it's a horrifying situation to be face-to-face with, no matter who you are or what color you are. But, I want to keep that away from my one-shots, my stories, because there are people out there that use these stories to hopefully escape from the horrifying reality that is our world. If you're interested in my viewpoint about it, then please feel free to keep your eyes peeled for that post within the next day.

But, this one was requested by StriatonTrioGirl! Hopefully, this lived up to what you wanted!

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To say Forrest was used to the comments he got about his appearance on a daily basis was an understatement. He downright expected them now, be it from other units inside the army or from random passersby on the street who didn't know he was a young Prince of Nohr. Though he had the approval of several different people in regards to his looks and preferences and that was all he needed, he wouldn't ever deny to himself that the sting of it still hurt sometimes. Why couldn't they just keep to their own business? He wouldn't be their next King after Xander passed, not as long as Siegbert was still alive and smiling so brightly for the masses, the perfect shining example of Nohr's glory all bundled into sleek, black and burgundy armor that sometimes reminded Forrest of a solar eclipse under the proper lighting. He wasn't going to be leading them, wasn't really going to have anything to do with them, so why with all the harsh words?

Once a few found out about his predicament involving these strangers and sometimes his own allies, they could only feel sympathy for the young prince. Sympathy was all that could be done over it, honestly. What were they supposed to do, make an announcement that 'oh yeah, by the way, you're not allowed to degrade the young prince at all. Keep to yourself and leave the poor man alone'? No, that would give the illusion of favoritism and weakness towards Forrest, and he would rather drop dead than have any of that directed towards him. Plus, there were a lot more important things to be focusing on right now besides that. It didn't matter.

Well... not to him, anyway.

It didn't matter where Forrest was when it started happening to him anymore. He could be on the complete opposite side of the globe or at the cold depths of the Bottomless Canyon. But almost immediately after someone started giving him mean comments about his appearance...

"Whoa, hold on. Is that a man?" The whispers behind him while he walked were like scorching embers on his skin, making him grimace at the feeling. "Oh my Gods, that is a man. How does he not feel any shame for dressing so improperly?"

"Trying to become a lady, is he?"

"How disgusting."

"He should be picking up a sword and partaking in the war tearing our nations apart, not frolic around in feminine clothes like he wishes he could be a princess!"

That one stung. Terribly.

"Excuse me!"

The utter offense that layered the next voice like thick, rich icing was almost overwhelming. It caused his breath to hitch in slight surprise as he twisted around, seeing not only the offenders that were making such mean comments but the owner of the final voice.